nexus_crossings | Mother always told me to never give away a story for free

"Honestly, all this bare chest and he hits home right in the fabric..."

Did the demonic looking purple stranger look at all put out by the new locale? Not really, they'd been given a pamphlet that was currently tucked into their belt to be reviewed later. Their attention more focused on the bloody hole in their rather ostentatious coat, lips quirking on a frown as they fingered the damaged fabric lightly, tail twitching behind them in a clear hint of their annoyance.

Really, they're looking rather calm for someone that bloody. When they hear someone coming near they glance up with a jingle of jewelry both in skin and decorating their curved horns, red eyes brightening as their mouth spreads to a cheerfully hopeful smile.

"Well then!" They straighten, something of a showmanship in the shift from grumpy contemplation to sunny disposition but at the same time that shift didn't seem dishonest either. "Hello there darling, please tell me there's some manner of tailor to be found here? As you can likely see I'm in dire need of one."

Clearly this was some manner of weird afterlife, but Mollymauk would be dipped in Fuck No if anyone expected them to wander around with their coat in tatters.

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"They're really good lads. You'll get along with Weird since he's a down to earth bloke who is caring and loyal."

He was the band dad since he was the one who opened the limo door to let everyone in and out. Weird also played peace keeper when Gilly mouthed off at everyone or got too bitchy. This was if Ziggy didn't get there first in putting the drummer down a peg or two when it was needed. They were all good really.

"How many cards are you supposed to take? I just want one more because I'm curious about all of this. I mean---I don't want a bad one because I'm sort of worried it might come true or something."

Mick was wary but so far he'd had a good one so it might not be so bad? Slowly, he took another card as he took a drag from his cigarette and blew it above his head.

"Well I've already got good vibes about you, I'm sure I'll like them just as much." Molly knows how it can be, a small group, tight knit where everyone just kinda works well together. A family in a weird sort of way. From the way Mick spoke, it sounded like his band was that for him. "As for how many, it's all one-offs right now, just casting out a hello to the universe and seeing what it says back. We can stop whenever you feel like."

Some people got nervous about fortunes. Molly understood that, but he also could respect Mick forging on even a bit regardless. He slipped the selected card from the guitarist, turning it between two fingers to reveal the painting of the robed man, bearing a staff and book, a faint smile playing over his lips.

"The Magician. Remember that path you're on? Looks like the fates are still on about it. A font of unbridled, passionate inspiration, yours and your companions, have propelled you on your way so far, in that wonderful rush of an idea, a vision, much like the Magician's singular pursuit of knowing. It can be a wonderful, lovely thing, and I can see it taking you and yours so very far," He twitched his fingers holding the card up, as if to emphasize. "But from personal experience be sure to keep at least a bit of attention on the path. That light of art and inspiration is a lovely thing, but the shadows that light can cast on a road can hide some nasty pitfalls if you don't watch out for each other. But from the sounds of things I imagine you already do."

"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.

"Not in the typical deck but then most readers where I come from tend to customize their decks. So it wouldn't surprise me that someone might have a Musician in theirs!" Molly had started that process himself- the Magician card hadn't originally had that red hair after all, and the Tinker elsewhere in the deck wasn't normally depicting a clever little goblin with lamp-yellow eyes.

"I would love another song," Molly enthused, tail curling up with a sway of the end, not unlike an interested cat's tail might move. "You and your guitar are delightful."

"Ah I get you, mate. Well, here's another song. I think you'll like this one since I did a little dance in it and Ziggy seemed to enjoy it too. This was on stage mind you so you might have to imagine me doing a bird dance. I sort of wiggled my hips a bit and glammed it up."

Mick's famous "bird dance" performed on the 1980 Floor Show. Of course it had to be shown as him playing The Jean Genie on guitar whilst getting all touchy feely with Ziggy. A bird mating dance of sorts? Either way, the crowd seemed to have liked it. So, right now he's going to play The Jean Genie and hope Molly likes the riffs he's going to produce. The Jean Genie.

"Here we go."

Mick starts playing with a smile.

"I bet Ziggy loved it. If they didn't have dibs maybe I'd have to snap you up, you're delightful." The little flirt was true enough but all in good fun, just a bit of fun complimenting for a friend. For as much of a hedonist as Molly could be, he wasn't one to homewreck, and the way Mick got soft talking about Ziggy was too cute.

And with just a drink to worry about, he'd be happy to sway in his seat in time to the music, body going one way while his tail twirled the other with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, he did love it. We all did. What? Oh--"

Mick blushed slightly at that and looked a little awkward because he wasn't used to having people flirt with him. At least, not blue tieflings. He knew Molly was being friendly so just smiled and clinked his glass against his new friend's one. Ziggy was all Mick wanted and no one else could ever come close. After three years of near rejecting the Anthean--he knew he could now make it up to his girlfriend. He gave his fingers a rest from the strings as he drank his drink for a moment or two.

"Do you know what you're going to do here, Molly? For a job, like. Now that you're in the Nexus."

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