|Wonder City Stories (wonder_city) wrote,|
@ 2010-12-23 03:29 pm UTC
|Entry tags:||megan, tizemt|
When they met for beer at the Great Caesar's Ghost Bar and Lounge, Tizemt was sporting the most magnificent afro Megan had ever seen on a real person.
"Um," Megan said, "weren't you bald three or four weeks ago?"
Tizemt patted at the astonishing outline self-consciously. "Think it's too much? I was just playing around with one of the Professor's experimental bioenhancers and, well, this happened."
"Happened," Megan said after ordering a pair of microbrew ales and a large order of edamame for the two of them.
"Well, all right," Tizemt said. "It grew. A lot. The Professor suggested the 'do. I thought it was change of pace, you know?"
"It certainly is," Megan said, running her fingers through her own short, straight hair. It was getting shaggy around the edges and needed cut, she thought. She felt a little... blue collar with Tizemt tonight. Megan was wearing a thick flannel shirt over a long-sleeved t-shirt, and jeans. Her friend was wearing a bright gold and black African print tunic and matching trousers, enormous gold hoop earrings, and a variety of bangles that jangled agreeably when she gestured. The colors were lovely against her dark brown skin. Tizemt was very well dressed indeed, and kept drawing long, interested glances from some of the black men in the mixed crowd. "If I'd known you were going to dress, I would've at least tried to keep up."
Tizemt grinned. "It was a whim. I haven't had really good clothes in a while. I'll have you know I was known as a snappy dresser back home."
"I believe it," Megan said. And much more femme than I expected, she thought. She thanked the server for the beers and the snacks, and started in on both.
"So how are things with your girlfriend?" Tizemt asked, popping beans out of the edamame pods with her teeth.
"They're not," Megan said, "if you're talking about G. She's in spandex, did I tell you?"
"No," Tizemt said, eyeing Megan's excessively casual facade. "She knew how you felt about it, right?"
"Yeah," Megan said, peeling apart an edamame pod with her fingers, "but she's apparently possessed by a ghost of a para that wants to still be a hero or something."
"Oh, ghosts," Tizemt said, taking a swig of beer. "They're bad news."
Megan nodded agreement, staring into the amber liquid in her glass. "She doesn't like being possessed. But she can't do anything about it. Because she's possessed."
"I don't like where this is going," Tizemt said.
"She as much as asked me to help," Megan said. "And so did another friend. And I think I'm probably going to."
"You know," Tizemt said, thoughtfully tapping her chin, "a friend of mine at MIT told me -- remember I was still passing as a man at the time -- that his mother had always told him to 'stay away from those white women, they'll cause trouble every time.' I hadn't really believed him at the time, but you're presenting a convincing argument."
"Gee, thanks," said Megan. "I'm not sure it's that she's white or that she's para, though."
"Oh, being para just magnifies the problem," Tizemt said. "You forget that I've spent the last couple of months with Professor Canis, listening to the various woes of her children. They're just the same stories I heard in the dorm, you know, with the added twist of superstrength, or superspeed, or the ability to read emotions. The real problem is that she's possessed by a dead woman."
"I'm trying to figure out who to talk to among the Mystikai," Megan said, rubbing her forehead.
"Why?" Tizemt said. "Why do you have to be her magical negro and save her ass? All it's going to do is get you killed."
"I'm not..." Megan began.
"All right, why do you have to be her magical person of color?"
"Um," Megan said, wilting. "Great sex?"
"Just how great is this sex?" Tizemt inquired.
"Mindblowing?" Megan said.
"Good enough to die for?" Tizemt said.
"Um," Megan said.
"Think now about what cryptic phrase you want to gasp out in your death scene," Tizemt said, rolling her eyes.
From the Author:
Apparently, my title brain really has given out, as I had to turn to my wife for today's title too. Hopefully, I will re-acquire my title brain over the next couple of weeks.
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