Fiddled with Vida alá Valerie a bit. Just updated the link to the weblog. I hope. 😛
The beginning of my next Dark Angel fanfic…
PALO ALTO, CA 2018
Jazz. Zack took a healthy swig of his beer, his soul untouched by the sad wail of the saxophone. Moonlight. His eyes barely registered the pale, silver shadows spilling through the windows of the club. He felt only the cold comfort of the alcohol coursing through his blood.
Zack was on one of his routine checks. The Bay Area was a good place to blend in and disappear and his bartender sister had done just that. When he first walked in, he’d merely nodded at her and found a dim corner to watch the crowd. She brought him a drink, then went back to work. Zack preferred minimal contact.
The club door opened, the cool night air bringing in the faint scent of a sweet perfume. Zack watched as a woman stepped in. A ready smile curved her lips and he watched as her hand ran through her dark hair. His eyes traced the curves beneath her suit as she walked to the bar. She knew her way in this place. He looked away just as her eyes caught his.
Zack took a deep breath, frowning at his sudden discomfort. Lust was a weakness he rarely indulged and this would not be one of those moments. He should leave.
