should all meet up after The Show.â
âWith Liel,â I said.
âOh, really?â said Claire. Then she slowly smiled, and it was not a nice smile. âExcellent.â
âUm, why are you happy about this?â I asked.
âI have been waiting for a long time to give that slag a piece of my mind. She was smart enough to avoid me the last time I was here. I guess sheâs gotten cocky. Thinks she can handle me now. She has no idea.â
âCan we please not start a brawl on our first night back home?â
She hooked my chin with her finger, leaned in, and gave me a quick kiss. âI make no promises, sweetie.â
THE CANTINA WAS really just the mezzanine lobby bar. Still, it was the most popular place for company members to hang out after The Show. And for people who didnât look human enough to pass, the lobby was the closest they could get to leaving the theater.
When Henri, Claire, and I showed up, we were greeted immediately by a dryad nymph.
âBoy, welcome back! We have a table waiting for you. Right this way.â
We followed her over to the large corner booth. This was where the cool kids usually hung out. Before I left The Show, I wouldnât have even rated a hello from a dryad, much less thecorner booth. And when Iâd come back the first time, Vi version one had temporarily turned all the dryads into mindless killing machines who had attacked me and Iâd basically had to beat the crap out of them. So I was surprised that this one was being so friendly. Of course, it was probably Lielâs doing. Sheâd always been pretty tight with the dryads.
âLiel and Bakru will probably be here in a bit,â said the dryad. âThey said go ahead and get started without them. Hereâs the specials for tonight. Someone will be by in a minute to take your order.â She handed me a handwritten drink menu.
âThanks, uh . . .â
Iâd never really been able to tell the dryads apart. They all looked more or less the same, like a group of stereotypical Hollywood models whoâd all used the same plastic surgeon. And they didnât really have distinct personalities, as far as I could tell.
âSequoia.â She smiled her Hollywood actress smile.
âSorry,â I muttered.
âItâs totally fine. Happens all the time. You just need to get to know us better.â Then she turned and headed back to the bar.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Henri said, â
I
would like to get to know her better.â
âKeep it in your pants, Frankenstein,â said Claire.
âShe was a nymph, yes?â
âA dryad,â I said. âA forest nymph. They run the bar for the audience before The Show and during the intermission, and then they open it back up for monsters once all the humans are gone. Individually, theyâre not real bright. But they have a sort of hive mind or collective consciousness, like bees or ants, which makes them really efficient at things like serving drinks to a large number of people in a short amount of time.â
âShe is absolutely gorgeous,â said Henri admiringly.
âWho is?â asked another dryad now standing at our table, this one with a ponytail.
Henri didnât skip a beat. âWhy, you, of course.â
âMe?â Her eyes widened. âYou really think so?â
âThink so? I
know
so! Iâve never seen such perfection in the female form before in my life.â
She stared at him like there was suddenly nothing else in the room that mattered.
âWeeeell,â said Claire. âI donât know about you lads, but Iâm awful thirsty.â
âOh, right.â The dryad smiled but it seemed a little forced now. âWhat can I get you all?â
âIâll have a cider,â said Claire.
âRed wine for me,â said Henri.
âUh, we can have alcohol?â I asked.
âYou bet,â said the
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