Merrick walked into the old building on South Broadway and immediately felt at home. The club was busy, but not crowded and the music, as always was just loud enough. He stood for a moment soaking in the atmosphere and catching the beat. Letting it course through his body like electricity he began to move with the rhythm and looking like he belonged. Suddenly he felt like rum, the kind he liberated from seized British naval ships before he scuttled them.
Seeking out his newly hired assailants he quickly saw them and headed towards the table. They picked a perfect one, just far enough to talk without shouting and close enough to enjoy the band while you did.
“Sir,” Merrick offered to the Raven then turned to the Crow. “My dear,” he said and nodded.
“Mr. Merrick I presume,” the Raven said extending his hand in friendship.
Merrick took it and noticed as he did over the centuries that different people whether Human or Monster, all have different types of handshakes. The Raven was most definitely a literary hand shaker. His handshake was firm and strong, but it was the way he held Merrick's hand. It was not forceful, more inviting and non-threatening. One usually offered from writers, musicians and painters.
“Please sir, sit,” the Raven said half standing and waving over a waitress.
Merrick sat and let his body relax. “I was so pleased when I was told my next trip was here,” he said putting his briefcase beside his chair.
“A long flight Mr. Merrick?” the Raven asked.
“Japan to San Fran then straight here,” he said with a deep reserving breath.
“And how was the Land of the Rising Sun sir?”
“Weeks upon weeks of dealing with the Order, so ... very unproductive I'm afraid,” Merrick confessed.
“No surprise there,” the Crow said already scowling at the mention of its name.
“Yes, we prefer not to have dealings with them. And, any we have, cannot be recalled upon in any positive fashion,” the Raven affirmed.
“That's why we prefer to stay home,” she added then turned back to watch the band play.
“It is true. The old Canada or the odd trip to Europe. Proper Europe you know, London, Paris and what not, but other than that we prefer to stay within the comforts of the good old U.S. of A.”
“Like I said, I was pleased when you said you'd meet me in St. Louis.”
“Like the movie,” the Crow said taking a little interest in the table now.
“A classic if you like musicals,” the Raven said referring to her connection with Merricks remarks.
“I do,” Merrick said honestly since he had seen Meet Me in St. Louis at least fifty times.
“I love Judy Garland,” the Crow said then turned back to the band. Suddenly turning back to the table she began to grin almost institutional like. “I actually met her,” she said.
The waitress appeared. “Another round?” she asked.
“Yes my dove, and for my friend,” the Raven said waiting for Merrick.
“Do you have Pusser's British Navy Rum?” he asked hopeful.
“We do, but it's just a little more expensive.”
“That'll be fine. Two,” Merrick said holding...