bloodsong1 | Now that some housework is done...

The drinks arrived and Doc flipped on his camera. Aiming it at me, he grinned.

"So, how was it?"

"Vash's singing? I think he needs more to drink." I replied, reaching into my jacket. I took out my cigar case and flipped it open. I took one out and offered it to Kev. "Here."

"I don't smoke."

"I know. Neither do I. But these are chocolaty. They taste better dipped in port." I took another out, unwrapped it and swirled one end in my glass of port. Putting the cigar in my mouth, I sucked it lightly. Kev looked from his cigar, to my glass, to me. I sat back and folded my arms over my chest. Kev dipped his cigar in my glass and stuck it in his mouth. His eyebrows went up.

"Hey, this is nice."

"Sure you don't want to waste it?" Doc asked, holding up a pack of matches. Kev shook his head.

"No thanks. This is good just as is."

"Doc Holliday! Doc Holliday, you're next!" The DJ called. Doc handed the camera to Janny.

"Get good footage." He ordered her. Janny tried to protest, but Doc walked off in a flap of trench coat. Janny looked at me. I shook my head. She shrugged, turned in her seat and began filming Doc.

"Never argue with Integral." She said philisophically, following Doc's progress. I bared my teeth around my cigar. Doc took the mike, stuffed his free hand into a pocket, and sang "Ruby" by Tweaker. I didn't recognize the song, but the sight of Doc glancing at the crowd from under his eyebrows was amusing. His reaction upon seeing Janny made us all laugh.