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"Hey! This is pretty good," I declared. "What's in it, anyway?"
"Hmm?" Cassandra said, turning her attention to me again. "Oh. Yours is just tomato juice and vodka."
I didn't know what vodka was, but tomato juice I could handle. The first sip had reminded me how thirsty I was after all our ru
"Hey! Take it easy, Tiger," my date admonished. "Those things can pack a wallop if you aren't used to them ... and it can leave a stain, so don't drip any on your ..."
She stopped in mid-sentence and stared at my outfit.
"Say. Weren't you wearing a different shirt before?"
"Oh, it's the same shirt," I said, as casually as I could. "I just changed it a little bit. I think this is more appropriate for this place, don't you?"
"But how could you ... I get it! Magik!"
Her reaction was everything 1 could have hoped for ... except she wasn't done.
"Wait a minute. You're a friend of Vic's from Klah, and you know magik ... right?" she said, eagerly. "Do you know a magician there named the Great Skeeve?"
This really surprised me, but the pieces were starting to fall into place. The picture was incredible, but I managed to keep my cool.
"As a matter of fact, I know him rather well," I said with a faint smile.
"Whatdaya know!" Cassandra declared, slapping the table with her palm. "I thought Vie was just trying to impress me when he said he knew him. Tell me, what's he like?"
That one threw me.
"Vie? He's a nice enough guy. I thought you ..."
"No, silly. I mean Skeeve! What's he like as a person?"
This was just getting better.
"Oh, he's a lot like me," I said. "I'm just surprised you heard of him."
"You've got to be kidding!" she declared, rolling her eyes. "He's about the hottest thing going as far as magicians go. Everybody's talking about him. You know, he engineered a jailbreak right here on Limbo!"
"I think I heard about that," I admitted.
"And just a while back, he got barred from the Dimension of Perv. Can you believe that? Perv?"
"It was a bum rap," I grimaced.
"So you really do know him! Come on, tell me more. When you say he's like you, do you mean he's young or what?"
As much fun as this was, I figured it was time to stop before it got out of hand.
"Cassandra," I said, carefully. "Watch my lips. He's a lot like me. Get it?"
She frowned, then shook her head.
"No. I don't. You make it sound like you're twins or something. Either that, or ..."
She suddenly stared at me, her eye's widening.
"Oh, no," she gasped. "You don't mean you're ..."
I held my credit card up in front of her so she could read the name on it, then favored her with my widest smile.
"Oh no!" she shrieked, loud enough to draw attention from the neighboring tables. "You're him!!! Why didn't you tell me!!"
"You never asked," I shrugged. "Actually, I thought that Vie ..."
But by that time, I was speaking to her back ... or, to be more specific, her rump. She was on her feet calling triumphantly to the other patrons.
"Hey, everybody! You know who this is! This is SKEEVE THE GREAT!!!"
Now, at different times, various people have tried to tell me that I was building a rep through the dimensions. Most recently, Bu
At first, heads turned, then drew together in whispered conversation as the whole room stared at me as if I had grown another head.
"I hope I didn't embarrass you, Skeeve ... can I call you Skeeve? ... but I'm just so excited." Cassandra was back in her seat, focusing all her attention on me. "Imagine, me out on a date with the Great Skeeve!"
"Umm ... that's all right, Cassandra," I assured her, but now my attention was elsewhere.
Over her shoulder ... heck, from all around us ... I could see people starting to make their
way towards our table. Now, as I've mentioned, I've been chased by mobs before, but never starting surrounded! Still, they didn't look particularly hostile or angry. If anything, they all seemed to have exaggerated smiles on their faces ... which considering the array of teeth in the room, wasn't all that pleasant to behold.
"Excuse me, Cassandra," I said, eyeing the incoming people, "but I drink ... I mean, I think we're about to have company."
The slip of the tongue was because I had just tried to take another sip of my drink, only to find the glass was empty except for the ice cubes ... strange, because I didn't remember finishing it. Then the first person reached the table.
It was a male vampire, all decked out in a fine set of evening clothes which he wore with enviable grace.
"Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Skeeve," he said with a smile, "but I wanted to shake your hand. Always wanted to meet you, but never thought I'd get the opportunity."
"Uh, sure," I said, but he had already seized my hand and was pumping away.
"I was wondering ... could I have your autograph?" a young lady said, trying to edge around the first gentleman.
"What? I suppose so ..."
Unfortunately I couldn't seem to get my hand loose from the vampire who was still shaking it, though he seemed to be looking elsewhere at the moment.
"Hey! Waiter!" I heard him call. "Another round of whatever Mr. Skeeve and his guest are drinking ... and put it on my tab!"
"Umm ... thank you," I said, extracting my hand and turning to the girl who had asked for an autograph. "Do you have a pen?"
"Gosh no!" she exclaimed. "But I'll go get one. Don't go away, I'll be right back."
I really didn't know what to think. I had been nervous about coming back to Limbo because of my near criminal activities during my last visit, and here they were treating me like a celebrity!
"Mr. Skeeve. If you don't mind. It's for my little girl."
This last was from a were-tiger who thrust both paper and pen at me. Fortunately, after the last visitor, I knew what he was after, and hastily scribbled my signature on the page.
Our ghost waiter materialized through the growing crowd and set our drinks on the table ... except there were three of them! From the color, one for Cassandra, and two for me.
"What's with the extra?" I said.
"Compliments of the table over there, sir," the waiter said, pointing somewhere off to my left.
I tried to look where he was indicating, and almost put my nose in the navel of another young lady who was crowding up beside me. Actually, she was one of three, any one of whom would be eye-catching under normal circumstances, but were just part of the crowd here.
"Where are you going from here, Mr. Skeeve?" the taller one purred. "There's going to be a party at our place later if you want to come by."
"Wipe your chin, Sweetheart," Cassandra smiled, slipping her arm around my shoulder. "He's my date ... and I plan to keep him busy all night."
That had an intriguing sound to it, but just then someone else started tugging on my sleeve.
"Excuse me, Mr. Skeeve," said an awesome set of teeth from a point too close to focus on. "I was wondering if I might interview you sometime at your convenience?"