Banshee Boogaloo

"Look she beast I just threatened to shoot a couple guys in the crotch to get them to leave, don't think I wouldn't do the same to you." Though I was a bit worried her crotch would somehow eat the bullet, I don't know how, I don't know womens anatomy very well if thats not already blindingly obvious.  Though to be fair to myself I didn't know, and still don't really know if the harpy was a damn woman!

"That's very unkind of you to say Trezzie."

"Keep calling me Trezzie and I swear to whatever gods you believe in you'll be meeting them soon." She touched my hand and I recoiled like her hand was made of fire.  I will say she was dressed better than I last saw her, now she looked like a cheap hooker after a night of hard drinking.

"My boss wants a word."

"And I want to be left alone, but apparently that ain't happening.  If your boss wants a word, heres the word. No." I got up to leave but she was behind me in an instant grabbing a hold of me like a lover of old, revulsion is too polite a word to use here.

"Come on Trezzie just listen to us." I disentangled myself from her immediately and had to keep my wits to pull a pistol and put one between her eyes (its harder to justify murdering a woman in a library for the crime of touching you, well that and I didn't have enough money to do just that).

"Stay away from me, this will be the last time I say that before something else of mine speaks." I had a hand on my revolver to emphasize the last part of my sentence.  She backed off and I left the library.  It was a total waste of my time, not only no blind men, but two seperate groups of jerks.  I still didn't know what the harpy wanted or what her group was after, and I figured that would come to a head later, but that was again later (I always procrastinate with my problems until they confront, kidnap, and violate me as a person).  I was so wrapped up in my anger I didn't even notice I'd gone the wrong way to leave the city.  I did notice when a blade appeared under my throat, the blade was attached to one end of a staff held by a blind man (a scary proposition for anyone).

"Trezlan Lorentino, nice of you to drop by." It wasn't the worst way I've been greeted by someone I was looking for, which I think speaks for how awful my life really is.