[i]Dorian and Clay. That sounds a cheap Wilde knock-off.[/i] Hardwick scribbled the names and their positions down in the journal. [color=0072bc]'No, thank you ma'am. Those drinks were exactly what I needed, especially after the week I've had...'[/color] He trailed off as thoughts surfaced through the dull buzz of the booze. Thoughts of the cold brick alley, the deranged screaming, the robed figures that barely an hour earlier had him cornered like a lamb before wolves... He shuddered. This place, although mind-bogglingly complex in its machinations, may as well be paradise.

He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on such things, and he'd be [i]damned[/i] if he wasn't going to take the luxury of suppression while he still could. [color=0072bc]'Now, these two people... Clay and Dorian... Can you describe them to me? What do they look like?'[/color]

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