"The Magician? It sounds a lot like me with my passion for music and ideas. Is there an actual Musician card because that would be me all over."

He sipped his drink and smiled at Molly, glad that he was spending time reading his fortune. As for the bad cards? Mick hoped he wouldn't get a bad omen because he didn't really want to have to deal with that. Losing Ziggy or some other terrible thing---yeah. That wouldn't happen---not while he was around to protect his alien girlfriend.

"Would you like another song, mate? Seems only fair that you read me two cards. Two good cards too."

Placing his whiskey glass back on the counter top, Mick began plucking at a few of his strings as he brought his guitar back round to his chest once more.