“Dale, come check out the balcony off this library!” Marc insisted. “Cool place you have here, Marquis. It’s just like a museum!”
Marc’s excitability was nothing new for Dale, but overwhelmed as he was, the manic energy threatened to infuriate him.
“Marcos, I don’t want to be a dick, but could we please cut this short?” Dale begged. “This odyssey has left me tapped and my fuse is short. I know we work for a clandestine government agency which investigates the so-called supernatural, so for us, weird is normal, but these recent occurrences have been beyond the pale. What’s the point of all this?”
“Can’t really say I know the point of anything,” Marc mused as he watched the fire whirls in the sky. “But I do know that the Marquis is hitting on you, and I don’t trust him any further than I can throw him.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~