Dramatis Personae

The restaurant is packed with the upper echelons of Atlier. The mayor is dining across from a lovely thing that isn’t his wife, celebrities pepper the crowded floor rubbing elbows. There are at least two members of rival criminal organizations present. The current champion of Thrask has a corner to himself and a few of his acolytes. Last and by no means least was the CEO of Brightforge Heavy Industries enjoying a night out with her granddaughter, who has been somewhat distracted as of late.

Honeysuckle Creeksong stood at exactly four feet tall. Her black cherry blossom evening dress flowed elegant down her legs as she half leapt half glided across the restaurant floor, flitting between tables on luminous wings, checking in on the most important clientele. She stopped at the hostess lectern and hovered for a moment. She had exactly one table to give when Kira called, and it looked like she had already checked in and was at table… 69. Nice. She’d swing by, say hi, maybe meet the new guy that Kira had been droning on about. Her hair was a cotton candy pink, cut short into a banged bob, with a single pink and black braid. Contrasting with the formal elegant dress were piercings down the length of her pointed ears and a single septum piercing giving her surprisingly punk look for the manager of the best restaurant in the city.

She lifted into the air, scanning over the patrons, until she zeroed in on the table. Seated there was a man she did not recognize and not Kira. The edges of her mouth turned down. A mix up with scheduling? She would call Kira and make sure that she had penciled her for the correct night. She fluttered back to her office, pulling out her cell phone as she flew. As the door shut behind her she had the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Kira, did I schedule you for the wrong night?" Honey dropped into her chair. "Cuz I'm going to have to kick out some schmuck who swiped your table." Kira blinked on the other end. "Um, no, it was for tonight. Did he not show up?" Honeysuckle paused. "Well, someone's here, and they gave the frontdesk your name, but since you weren’t with him… Kira. Are you in a throuple?” Kira was silent. “Kira. Are the three of you sharing a bed?”

“Well- I haven’t- not with Cheryl-” Honeysuckle contained a shriek. “Is there more than one, kitten?!?” Kira shut her eyes. “Yes, technically-” Honey cut her off. “And you weren’t going to tell me?!? I’ve been advising you to adopt the outlook of the fae courts for how long and you finally take my advice and you forget to include me?!?”