Night.

Headlights cut into the fog revealing featureless shadows moving along the sidewalk. They dissolved in the dark.

Rune. Their drilling now, into the core on the Sentinel's Ghost. Those machines. What will become of Sannon? Should I go back? I should go back!

She looked down the street near the train station, it was now a blur of fluorescent light in the fog and mist. She pressed on, reaching the intersection looking left and right. There. The girl had moved across the street; and she stood, looking right at La'Rio.

Okay I'm coming.

The fog where she stood was lit by a neon bar sign above her. GOOD, was arraigned vertically in Chinese stylized letters. The sign also had a short, a slow failure, where part of a red gas tube blinked. On the other side of the sign was LUCK. glowing in a bright yellow - blooming the area into a slightly strange artificial hue.

The Good Luck bar.

La'Rio pulled on the doors brass ring; held in place by teeth from something like a Chinese ten courts of hell mask. She walked into a into a sea of red light; all coming from small lanterns that lined the bar and walls. There were tan wooden chairs, booths, and on the ceiling made up of an interesting embedded plate that repeated across the ceiling, a dragon that was carved there in the wood. It's body curved in a perfect circle, and it's head and eyes looking fiercely downward.

On the red walls were two dimensional, ink blotted black patterns; more lanterns. And during a proper drunkenness those black vertical lines and their ink blotted lantern prints, added a confusing visual density to an already thick atmosphere. The rectangular bar occupied the center; it was full of martini glasses that gleamed, lining the racks overhead. A scattering of tables were arranged around it.

At the corner she could see a type of wood lattice with a beautiful half circular opening to the right of the main room.

She must be in there.

Only three people were seated at the bar. Music came from a jukebox in the area through the wood lattice. La'Rio stepped over to the bar where three younger men glanced in her direction. One of them took his time looking her over. She surveyed the bar but did not see the girl. The bartender from behind the counter walked toward her. On his T-Shirt she read; Nu-clear classmate.

"And what can I get you?"

He was thirty something, and handsome, and was openly smiling. She pointed at the drink on the card.

"Can I have one of those?"

"One, Yee Mee Loo coming up."

"Thanks."

He held out the tablet and she scanned her cell. A minute later the tall blue drink arrived and she walked toward the lattice with it in hand. The red light was even more dimmed here, but there was just enough to see. La'Rio stopped there and decided to peek through the lattice first.

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The girl from the train was holding a drink in one hand; she stood in front of a lighted jukebox, her hips swaying to the music. Her jacket was off now, and she wore a black T-shirt that revealed her upper curves. La'Rio walked behind her and sat on the black sectional sofa. She sipped her drink while the music played.

The girl had turned around and leaned up against the jukebox. She looked at La'Rio. She stepped over with an outstretched hand, an offer to slow dance.

She led La'Rio over and they swayed there; in middle of the room, with the light changing color and mood. The girl's fingers were interlocked with La'Rio's.

The drift of words, repeated, fading into the dark corners of the bar. On the square, deep cherry-wood coffee table in front of them, sat four empty glasses. The girl from the train had her left hand on La'Rio's thigh and squeezed her lightly. Their faces and lips were pressed together moving as one.

They parted. Hands moving to fingers and holding.

"I'm dizzy when I kiss you."

"Good, my spell is working."

"What?"

"I'm jading you. You know. Bewitching you."

The girl leaned back in, her lips again on La'Rio's. Her hand moving up behind La'Rio's head, holding her there.

"Ok, So.... I have to get going, I have school in the morning, I only came in here because of that crazy-ass train ride and then... you. Who are you?"

The girl reached over grabbing La'Rio's shiny jacket pulling her close, and planting a long kiss. She finally came up for air.

"You have my address, so come by if you want... If you want me. But no later than eleven okay? Because I have to get up early and I can't be up all night."

"Do you have a computer?"

"Of course."

She stood up to go.

"So come by if you want to."

"Thanks for the drink Adriana."

La'Rio laid down on her back on the sectional. She looked up at the gold and sea green tin patterns in the ceiling. There was distant talking in the other section of the bar. The juke box was still playing on its own. She closed her eyes, letting the alcohol filter through her system. And twenty minutes later; her auto power saving program gently put her to sleep, right there in the bar, saving what little charge that she had left.