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[toothaches]

Maurice lifted his arms to protect his face from Heather's wings as she passed him. He managed to un-stick his hand from his arm and sort of aimlessly trundled after her.

Her words caught him off guard again and he was too drunk to suppress a scandalized gasp once they were on the street.

"Hookers is--are illegal!" A thought. "Aren't they?"

[foolishwren]

"Not in my town."

Actually, she isn't entirely sure they're illegal anywhere else, either... there certainly were plenty in Bavan if you knew where to look. And Vandare, too-- goodness knows plenty of them had followed the Nesters to their new city.

Her tone had been light, but after a second's thought she pipes up again, almost sounding a little indignant-- as though predicting he might want to debate it for some reason.

"--And I mean, come on, it's gonna happen whether it's legal or not... at least they're doing it somewhere where people'll look out for them."

[toothaches]

The Kelpie fumbled with his newspaper, readjusting his hands slightly so his weird sticky powers wouldn't smudge the ink.

"I guess so..." he admitted at last, but his ears were back and he was glancing around as though he was afraid of getting in trouble just for thinking about hookers. Suddenly he leaned and had to catch himself on the wall. "Eating people is probably illegal too."

[foolishwren]

She pauses there, ears flicking back. It's that ugly truth they all like to avoid. Even if she's gotten pretty blase about it in the long run... it's never been something she really likes to think about.

"... Yeah, well. I don't see anybody doing anything about that anymore, either."

Giving her head a shake, she looks over her shoulder at the kelpie and his sad newspaper collection.

"Anyway, the hookers and blackjack are optional. If you ever want a decent drink, look for the Devil's Nest."

She reaches into her pocket, then pulls something small out and tosses it in his direction. Doesn't really bother aiming too well, it'll stick to him wherever it lands probably.

It's a little matchbook with an devilish-looking imp logo.

[toothaches]

Maurice was in a weird position of not having actually eaten too many people yet, but he had already gotten a few lessons of forcing out his own empathy when feeding by Horas back in Texas. He still wondered if it made him a bad person. Jhonez would have a field day with this place.

"If I'm ever able to afford a decent drink."

He looked up too late to catch the matchbook and his hands closed on empty air. The little calling card did in fact hit him on the shoulder and just. Stay there. Like flinging a magnet at a fridge. Maurice stopped walking and carefully peeled it off to look at it. Devil's Nest. He felt like he'd heard that name somewhere but he wasn't sure where. Online? The news?

"Is it in--your town?"

She'd mentioned that she had 'a town'. He really didn't know how literal that was.

[foolishwren]

Caring too much about being a good person can be a burden in this place.

"Yep. Djavulenstad."

She pauses to wiggle her talons for theatrical effect.

"The Devil's City. Or the Djonutstand. Or the jumble of letters that nobody bothers with. I didn't pick the name."

[toothaches]

"Djavvn...deysha..desh--oh okay."

Maurice tried to parrot the word until she translated it for him. He was just going to call it Deviltown in his head. He fumbled with the matchbook in his fingers as he thought about it.

"All the towns here kinda have a weird sound don't they...guess 'cause its not America or--"

The kelpie's green tone shifted and he suddenly and very quickly excused himself to the alley they were paused outside of to duck his head into a trash can.