“Coffee.”
She slams the glass down.
“You’re such a pussy.”
“Yeah? Pick any random stranger and I’ll punch them if you’ll stay the night tonight.”
Her posture changes. She tenses up. Looks over her shoulder to a table where Rinko sits alone.
“Don’t. I can’t. It’s complicated.”
“Sorry. That was stupid.”
“No. It’s all right.”
Candy catches me looking at Rinko.
“She said she wanted to come.”
“She wants to keep an eye on you.”
“More like she wants to keep an eye on you. I guess I talked about you a lot. You know, when I thought you weren’t coming back.”
“You talked about me?”
Carlos brings Candy a shot.
“De nada,” she says, and downs it. “I told her what an old fart you are and how you have rotten taste in music.”
“Skull Valley Sheep Kill is the best band in L.A. these days.”
“If you’re an old fart. Anyone who doesn’t drink Geritol for breakfast knows that Asaruto Gâruzu is the only band that matters.”
She’s wearing another shirt with the same band and Japanese characters.
“If I’m an old fart, you’re a rice queen.”
She puts on her robot sunglasses. The ones with pictures from some anime TV show I’ve never heard of on the frame. When she presses a button between the lenses, the glasses sing the show’s theme song in a tinny voice.
“What makes you say that?”
The civilians all have dirty faces streaked with sin but the Lurkers are clean. I guess Lucifer isn’t in charge of them. My friends aren’t any exception when it comes to sin signs. Most of their faces are smeared, but not like Kasabian’s. Allegra and Carlos aren’t too bad. Vidocq is the dirtiest among my friends. His signs reach from his face to his hands, but I’m not surprised. I know he killed some guys in France a hundred years back. Like LAPD says, there’s no statute of limitations on murder, even if someone deserves it. I checked my own face in the hotel mirror. No sin signs at all. Is that because I’m Lucifer or because I’m still not entirely human?
“I missed you, you know. I wrote you notes and left them around hoping Kasabian could see them and tell you.”
She glances back at Rinko.
“Yeah. I missed you too. A quarter of a year’s worth.”
She’s plenty pissed at me. Not as pissed as Rinko but pissed. I can’t blame her. I promised her three days and gave her a hundred. This is going to take a time to pass. If it ever does, now that she’s moved on to someone else. Still, she went to the hotel with me last night. Was that a welcome home or a good-bye fuck? I guess I’ll find out. I’m so fucking good at being patient.
“I should go see how Rinko is doing,” she says.
She takes her drinks and starts back to the table. She stops and turns.
“You were going to tell me something about Lucifer last night. What was it?” she asks.
“Nothing important. Go see Rinko before she eye snuffs both of us.”