[Sodium_noir] Mikes Place- John Black's bed

[Lilianna Elrod]

>
>   Abby, with Mike lurking about
>   Sleepy Bastet and Hound
> Cats and Dogs, oh my!
>
> *She floated in a muted sea of light and muffled sounds. Slowly, ever so
> slowly these resolved into clarity. Sights and sounds and smells, flooded
> her senses.*
> *The Moon huge, full and bright. She felt she could almost reach up and
> touch it through the branches overhead.*
> *The smell of muddy water, heavy on the evening breeze.*
> *Sounds of large prey, a dense herd, crowding beneath her tree, drinking
> thirstily.*
> *The scented of warm bodies, wet fur, and...bloody flesh.*
> *Her stomach grumbled, her appetite awake.*
> *She peered down, tail lashing slowly too and fro.*
> *Shadowed bulky forms crowded round the water hole, their drinking
> stirring ripples, setting the **Moonlight dancing.*
> *And glowed like coals in the eyes of the scaly things lurking just
> beneath the surface. *
> *Eyes that watched the herd as avidly as she.*
> *Far too near, Something growled.*
> *LOUDLY.*
> She snapped from deep sleep to full wakefulness.
> The room was strange to her, dark and full of the scents of Man.
> And Dog.
>
> The room is simple, almost spartan.  There's a large bed, a dresser, full
> length mirror, two tables with lamps on either side of the bed, one of them
> holding a recent mystery novel by Michael Connelly.
>
> Above the bed is a recent painting by a local artist, a picture of Hamelt
> but in a modern setting.
>
> On the pillow next to her is a short note:
>
> *Abby,*
> *Went to find Matt, discuss what we saw returning from Paris.  Might be
> important.  If you don't find me tonight I'll find you tomorrow.  =)*
> **
> *John*
> **
> As she finishes the letter, a loud groan can be heard from the floor as
> Mike stretches out, looking up at her with a goofy look
>

[Abby]
Reaches carefully down to let Mike sniff her hand.
*So, Sela-girl, what'll you be doin' now, hmmm?*
She ruffles Mike's ears playfully.
*We could get dressed and head back to that posh party.*
She though some more, then looked at the clock
*Naaaah, Jon'll be busy there. I know, that Raindogs place.*
She rose to bathe and dress...

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