There came a rap at the door hosting a sign reading "Employees Only." Isuelt was searching for Keaton, she had sauntered into the Caf? with the intention of repeating the previous night. They had gone to one of Keaton's favorite jazz clubs. And while that was probably the last place anyone would ever think to find the Scathachian sourpuss, she actually had a memorable evening. It was something remarkable when Isuelt could actually fully relax. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she wasn't tracking someone, or looking over her own shoulder. She had found in Keaton someone who could accompany her on outings that would aid her in forgetting the intense everyday life that she had become accustomed to. Keaton was the beau of her Scathachian sister, Trixie. And while she sometimes disapproved of her sisters' picks, she thought this sister had secured a gem of a gentleman.
"Keaton?" came the call from the whiskey-stained voice. "You in there? Come on, let's go! You got me all hot and bothered for jazz music, you cretin!" She grinned and stepped back from the door, folding her arms over her chest as she waited.
"Keaton?" came the call from the whiskey-stained voice. "You in there? Come on, let's go! You got me all hot and bothered for jazz music, you cretin!" She grinned and stepped back from the door, folding her arms over her chest as she waited.