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of well-worn wood. The tables lay bare and mostly unoccupied at this hour. The bar counter was manned though. Our bartender Ernie was handing off a beer to the last person I wanted to talk to at the moment.
    “Well, well, well. My hero has returned,” Thurge said, perched bright and bushy on a bar stool.
    “Everything go ok last night?” I asked.
    “Why, those were the words aching to spill out of my mouth.”
    “I’m serious, man.”
    “The gear is good, brother,” he said, taking a big draw. “Now tell me where I can find what I’m seeking.”
    He peered in so keen, it made me wish I’d actually planned out a lie. “They live in a gated compound,” I said. “Cameras and crap.”
    “Ok.” He waited. “Where is it?”
    “Fuck it.” I edged my head away from him. “It’s not worth the trouble.”
    “That ain’t your call to make.”
    “What do you want with those weak pieces of shit anyway? They don’t measure up to you.”
    Thurge just shook his head, and I realized why we’d even stopped at the Volcano last night.
    “Shit,” I said. “You were just looking for a fight, weren’t you?”
    “And now it looks like I’ve been robbed of that chance.”
    I sat down and told Ernie to pour a pint. “What’s go you riled up?” I asked leaning into my glass.
    “Just felt like hammering the natural order into a few skulls. Consider it my sympathies on the eve of your mother’s death.”
    “My mom wasn’t killed by fucking Indians,” I said.
    “No, but their very presence here indicates a state of affairs that counts your dead mother as one of its victims.”
    “I guess.”
    Thurge hung silent over his empty glass. He’d take any excuse to incite violence – but at least the lie was a thoughtful one. Besides, his intentions in no way absolved me of my own actions. We drank in blissful silence, but it didn’t last long. He grew a grin and peeked over.
    “So what did you end up doing last night? Or should I say, who?”
    “What?”
    “Don’t play coy, brother. You practically confessed you didn’t think chasing those darkies home was worth your time. So who was?”
    I had a sudden flash of chocolate skin, poured out in rich dollops over those clean white sheets. I shook my head. A man should stand by his truths – but this one left no ground to stand on.
    “I’m sorry, buddy,” I said. “I drank a bit more. That’s about it.”
    Thurge sniffed the air. “Don’t tell a pussy hound he ain’t smelling pussy.”
    I shrugged. “None that I can recall.” That was true enough. Despite my relative sobriety, last night was like a hot, wet blur of pleasure.
    “Ah, I see,” he said, and his smile sank. “It was her, huh?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “That Aryan goddess I was sizing up. You had your head in that slit. It’s ok, I don’t blame you for riding her in my stead. ”
    “Something like that.”
    Thurge blew air out at me. “Can’t get a straight word out of you today. It’s black and white, brother. Did you fuck the waitress or not?”
    Our faces lay leveled at each other, both of us tense. I’d never had cause to hold back from him before, and it was a hard thing trying to get the ‘Yes’ out of my mouth.
    Calix picked that moment to burst through the doors. He had on his jacket, black jeans with chains trailing out the pockets and a face like a raincloud. He also happened to be holding a wrapped bouquet of purple carnations. I owed him for this rescue, but all I could do was chuckle.
    “You’re not ready,” he said.
    “I’m presentable.”
    “No you’re not.” He came over and plucked the pint that Ernie had already poured for him. “Wash up, you look like shit.”
    I dusted myself down with a napkin and it came back grey with dust. I rolled it crumpled at Calix. “Happy?”
    He stared me down over the brim of his glass. We shared the same crystal blue eyes, but not much else. Where my face ran long and sharp, his looked like the top of a