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Okay, so he was off by a couple of generations, and I wouldn’t exactly classify a techno dance clubhim a quick thued into the club

In the five minutes I’d been outside, the funk had ripened further and the oister that vibrated in the very htly in my hand, I could feel the at it, but I had a lot of experience with containing my emotions When I was a little kid, my mom read a book about creative visualization and used the concept to make up techniques to help me deal with my frequent temper tantrums

I tried to use one now to cope with the effect of the phero it and spilling it away

Yeah, that didn’t work The contents of that cup refused to spill

I tried a different one, oneand stubborn to be dismissed I put my funk-driven lust in a box and tied a bow around it, a pretty package to open later

It worked

Feeling clear and sharp, I headed for the bar, dodging writhing bodies and ducking under the pass-through at the service station

"Whoops!" I tripped over someone Well, a pair of female someones One of them hat looked to be a bartender’s apron around her waist, and nothing else "Excuseher on the shoulder "Do you knohere I can find the salt?"

She lifted her head fro for ht now" I plucked her hand fro and transferred it atop the hand I had wrapped around dauda-dagr’s hilt "Are you a bartender? Is there salt back here?"

Her eyes cleared "What the fuck?" She looked down at the figure beneath her "Who is this? Do I even know her?"

"I have no idea," I said apologetically "Do you have any salt?"

"Salt?"

"Yes!" I was getting impatient "Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t have ti bewildered, she pointed to a shelf It took reen liarita salt as the ite it, I scooted away froled pair "Thanks"

There was no answer Well, not a verbal one The funk was back in effect

On the far side of the dance floor, the DJ booth was ees of the floor and clihts and switches confronted me I’m pretty sure aircraft control panels are less co and everything that looked like it ht be a poitch until the bass-heavy dance mix went mercifully silent Now it just sounded like the sound track to the world’s ay porn oing to be the hard part There was a constant slow-motion swirl of activity around hi places, partners, and positions as they waited their turn to kneel at the altar, as it were Men of all shapes, sizes, and ages, ranging froy queens with heavily s past the vertical bodies and cla over the horizontal ones until I was close to the epicenter

"Bitch, please!" One of the buff gynation "No cutting in line"

Holding dauda-dagr in a reverse grip, I pressed the back of ainst his forehead "Police business I need you to step back and clear this space, sir"

"Huh?" He blinked atEither the effect of the funk was stronger this close to the satyr or gy else Or both

I touched dauda-dagr’s tip to his bare chest "Step back"

With a pained hiss, he did If that’s what it took, fine I stole a quick look at the satyr, who appeared oblivious tothe lid off the plastic tub of lime-flavored salt, I iver, tilting the tub to pour out a strear to clear space with the other

Luckily, once the salt was poured it see firmly to the dance floor, which was slick with viscous fluid Yeah, that’s pretty ap in front of the satyr and his partner and retraced h the salt

So what it would take to close the circle was definitely one of those tir and the salt tub aardly in one hand, I wrappedbefore the satyr and executed a sort of half-assed hip throw on him

It wasn’t pretty, but it worked I didn’t spend four years in Mr Rodriguez’s Li’l Dragonz Tae Kwon Do classes for nothing

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