Mel stared out over the rooftops for longer than she could keep track of, accurately. Long after her brother's ashes had blown away or settled wherever they weren't going to move from. On her blood soaked clothes, on in her hair, some even into her partially open mouth ( Read more... )

Recovering from Yuppieness isn't easy. First there's the ew, what am I wearing. Then there's the did I bitch out Steph for being fat?,then hoshit I slept with a lawyer then ohmigod Mikey's a turtle again, he didn't wait for me why does this hurt it shouldn't hurt, and then, bigger than everything else: KATYAMel raced out of the bar, not stopping to ( Read more... )

It was a tough grab, but not unusually so. Case had sent Mel after a silver goblet, of all things. Didn't tell her who wanted it or why, or anything, just gave her an address in the uppers and let her deal with it. Which she does with virtually no problems, and heads back to their apartment where they've arranged to meet ( Read more... )

"Hey, kid ( Read more... )

Here's the trouble with sleeping with someone else ( Read more... )

"Nice hat ( Read more... )

Milliways is cheap. Milliways is warm. Milliways has people - person - that are closer to being called "friend" than anyone in Mel's entire life so far, with the exception of... well, he was more than friend ( Read more... )

She's not sure if she made the right decision ( Read more... )

There's a group of them, hanging around lazily, swigging from tins of sack, and laughing over the spoils of the night. About three or four, all with guns and knives, and with two rocketbikes between them ( Read more... )

"Hey, kid, you're in my spot."

Mel snorts loudly and rolls over, thinking, but not awake enough to say out loud: Go away, Erin, it's not morning yetThe status of wake changes rather suddenly when she's bodily lifted out of the doorstep she'd made her bed by a large, muscular man, smeeling of smoke and sack ( Read more... )