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That sounds good on the surface. I’d love a quiet place. Actually, it’s hard to be worse than this stupid bar. Yet, he seems to be hinting at taking me out to somewhere else next time. I suppose he’s just trying to be nice.

“We’ll see.”

“Sure.” He seems to be happy. Maybe if I’m not interested, I should’ve rejected that. But... Maybe I’m not that against that. I can go out with someone. But if that’s just the two of us...

Is he asking for a date?

Now Gisett shows up in my mind. He and I shared a night together, but we aren’t dating each other anyway. Also... Is dating a gargoyle a thing? I’d think that gargoyles have their own thing. That’s if Gisett even feels something for me, which I doubt he does.

He saved me from the robber, and we fucked each other, that’s pretty much about it. It was... Maybe I was the rash one.

More importantly, when’s this music going to end?

Chapter 15

Gisett

So... It’s the day of the month again. I suppose I should show up for the monthly gargoyle gathering just so everyone will know that I’m still alive.

This is so not fun.

Maybe Laura isn’t the only one who doesn’t like bars or social situations.

I sigh and make myself go. I peek down the corridor of the dungeon, turning back to make sure I rolled the stone back into its position. Technically, the magic conceals this place fromhumans and other beings, but I suppose we should still keep the stone here.

Now, the corridor is dark except for the tiny, weak glimmer of light at the corner a distance away. I’ve been here a lot of times. I can pretty much walk down the path with my eyes closed.

The bar is bustling with gargoyles chatting. There’s quite some music too, but I may be able to tolerate that. I’ve never been to a bar operated by humans for other humans. I’d be dead given how gargoyles have a lot more sensitive ears.

I walk through the door. A few glance at me and resume their chatter.

I head straight to the bartender to get a drink. Mckur is a big gargoyle with a big beer belly. He is a nice older one who takes care of everyone. He is wiping beer glasses with a towel, but it doesn’t take long before he sees me.

He grins and sets the glass to the side. “Hello, Gisett, I’m so happy to see you. What’s your drink for the night.” He goes on to turn down the music for me as he wriggles his fingers, waiting to make me something.

The softer music is a lot better for me, even though it has been right for gargoyles. Some of us like our silence, or at least less of the bustling. “Anything.”

“No, that’s not called anything. It should be called, let the bartender decide.”

I nod while resisting the urge to roll my eyes. He sure thinks he’s funny with that. I take a seat, resting my elbow on the bar table.

Usually, this monthly gathering thing is just gargoyles drinking and checking to make sure everyone’s doing fine. Maybe for the younger ones, it’s fun. I don’t understand them.

Mckur hums a song as he gets the bottles and starts making the drink. I lean on the bar table, looking over the scene instead.

There are a lot of gargoyles around, most of them I at least know the name of. I count them in my head. Even though I’m not a big fan of spending an evening sitting around, watching everyone, and knowing everyone’s fine isn’t that bad. I suppose that’s part of my job. Most, or say, unless someone’s sick, all gargoyles in the city will gather.

It doesn’t take long before Mckur taps my wing. “Here you go, champ.”

I roll my eyes at that, but I pick up the glass, regardless. It is a mysterious green drink, which... I take a sip despite it doesn’t look enticing at all. It has a weird grassy vibe, but it smoother than I expected.

Mckur watches me with his eyes almost glowing. “How’s it?”

“Well... Good?”

“Nice.”

“More importantly, how many times have I told you to stop calling me champ?”

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