Disclaimer: I do not own the
Magnificent Seven or the characters.
Nor do I claim to own the Riddick characters or his world. I do not use
this forum for profit. I do own the story
and it’s premises.
Rating: FRM
Warnings: H/C of my favorites
Chris and Vin, some language, violence.
Synopsis: This is a new AU based on the
movie the Chronicles of Riddick. It
continues the story of Riddick’s descendants and the new threat to the
Universe.
Characters: Chris, Vin, the rest of the Seven and other
fictional characters
AU: The Chronicles of Riddick
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“If we are to survive, a new balance
must be found.
In normal times evil would be
fought by good.
But in time like these, they
should be fought by another kind of evil.”
The night was cold and dark as
the lean, tall man walked down the dark alley of the town of Kovar on the
planet Helion Prime. He pulled his long
black cape, tighter to his body, pulling the hood down in the torrid rain.
His actions were not to stop the
freezing rain from reaching his body.
He had not felt cold for over ten years and his eyes had not seen light
in that time. He kept hidden to keep his face from any prying eyes that might
be around. Prying eyes that would see
what lay beneath the hood.
In fact, those who had gazed
upon his face when he was without his dark glasses and saw the color of his
eyes, crystal ice-like green eyes, considered him blind. But they did not know
that with the lost of normal sight, he had acquired senses beyond that of the
normal human being, like his ancestor before him.
As he continued walking down
the alley, his black booted heals, clicked out in time to his striding
walk. He had followed the “thing” into
the alley, but it seemed to have disappeared into the darkness, leaving nothing
but emptiness. The thing was his prey,
an evil that needed to be destroyed, but he had lost it in the night. He had no fear of not finding it again, for
it would find him eventually.
He marched on through the
night, reveling in the darkness. The
night always appealed to Christopher Connell Larabee, as it did his ancestor,
Riddick the Great. He, like the others
before him, was enthralled by its nature and by its dark secrets. Although, it left no room for enjoyment of
other people’s company, it gave him a sense of peace he could not find during
the day.
Others had said that it was
because he was part of the night, a wraith that wondered the streets of Kovar,
seeking out the mysteries that inhabited it during its sunless times. But what Chris, known by that name only to
close friends, was seeking was an end to evil and the minions of it.
His only regret was that he
had to do it alone. No one else could survive the attacks from the evil he
fought. He could not die, at least not
by natural means.
Being the son of Riddick’s
great granddaughter and an Elemental, his life expectancy was unknown. The Furian and Necromonger part of him,
mixed with an Ether Elemental had created a being of unknown abilities and power.
But he became ostracized by
his own people and like his ancestor before him he was punished for a crime he
did not commit and the light taken from his soul so that he lived only in
darkness.
The people of Helion Prime
feared the Necromonger power within him, although that lineage was long dead,
but what they did not understand was that it was elusive to him. He had more luck in being able to use his
Ether Elemental and Furian abilities than that of his Necromonger bloodline. But they did not see it that way, and so he
was punished for being what he was.
As he stopped to look around
the alley to see if there was something he missed and he noticed a big man
walking slowly towards him. The man was definitely taller than him, he figured
at least by three inches.
He wore a gray cape much like
Chris’ black one and the hood was pulled far down, obscuring his view of the
man’s face, much like he had done. If
not for his night sight he doubt if he would have seen the man at all,
considering how dark the alley was with little light.
He had no idea where he came
from since the alley only consisted of one back door to a building on the right
side of the alley and a brick wall that stood in front of him.
As he got closer, Chris took
his defensive stance, although someone only familiar with him would know it was
defensive. Outwardly, Chris showed only
a calm exterior as the form approached.
The individual stopped at
about two feet from Chris. He watched
as a hand reached up and pulled the hood back from the head. Chris’ crystal-like green eyes gazed on the
figure before, his night vision highlighting the nuisances of the man’s face
and body.
He was a huge man, not only in
height, but also in the proportion of his body. The head housed blue eyes that immediately
drew Chris’ attention. The face seemed
weather, worn by time, but Chris would not make the assumption based on looks
or outside appearances.
His hair was gray, like his
cloak, but cut short and trimmed. The
wind blew every so softly in the pounding rain, obscuring his face.
He currently made no
threatening moves towards him, but seemed to be satisfied at his current
distance. There was something about the
stranger that irritated his nerves and told him that this man was a danger to
him, not within the physical realm, but something more sinister. At this moment there was nothing he could
base upon fact, it was just a feeling.
“What do you want?” asked
Chris, eyeing the man up and down.
“Only to have your ear,
Connell,” came his flat response.
“So,” Chris thought. “This man knows who I am.”
“I can see that you know who I
am, so why don’t you tell me who you are?”
The man smiled slightly at
Chris’s question.
“Well, if you won’t tell me
who you are, then maybe you can tell why you would want me to listen?”
The man stayed where he was,
still smiling tauntingly at him.
“Fine! Then I guess I’ll be leaving,” said Chris,
starting to turn away from the man.
Suddenly, the man yelled, “Wait!”
Chris turned back to confront
him and found the smirking smile gone and replaced with one of absolute
annoyance.
“You, my brother, are a pain
in the ass. I told Travis that you were
not worth the trouble.”
Chris eyed the man in
shock. “Travis? He is alive?”
The man knew he had him on the
hook. He had not heard from the
Councilman in years and thought he was killed when the war among the Outer
Worlds had exploded on to the universe.
“Alive and well and living on Helion Prime at New Mecca,” replied
the man.
This was news to Chris, but
then again he had not kept contact with people from New Mecca in years. After the Fifth Lord Marshal had destroyed
most of the capitol city, it was no longer considered as the hub of the planet. It was considered a ghost city made up of
the homeless and destitute citizens that had survived the holocaust over three
hundred years ago.
But Chris did not show his
surprise to the man and only said, “How can I trust that this information is
true? I don’t know you and I have never
met you before. How is it that you know
Travis?”
“I would love to have this
conversation, Brother Connell. But it
would be better indoors and out of the rain, don’t you think?” said the man
quirking his eyes towards the sky. He
could see the blue eyes twinkling in delight at the prospect of his answer.
“Well, I guess,” started
Chris. “But first off, I am not your
brother and second, you can call me Larabee.”
The man nodded in agreement.
Chris then said, “There is an
inn not far from here that I know of.
It’s small and pretty much just the regulars. No one will bother us.”
“Inn. I had not heard that name used in centuries.
I think that is a splendid idea,” he said stepping closer. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Josiah Sanchez.” He put out his hand for him to take it.
Chris stared at it
suspiciously. “Let’s go,” was all he
said, and started back down the way he had come.
Josiah pulled his hood back
over his head and stepped quickly to catch up to him.
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Chris and Josiah walked to the
“inn” that Chris had spoken of. As they walked through the streets of the deserted area of Kovar,
Chris felt Josiah’s eyes upon him, staring at him hard.
Chris glanced at him, curious as to why his actions were
bothering him. Usually it did not annoy
him as much, but this man did. He
placed his dark glasses on to hide his glowing eyes. “Do you see something of
interest?” Chris asked sarcastically as they walked.
“Yes, I do,” replied Josiah, smiling and then he turned to his
face the road ahead of them.
“Well, let me in on it.”
“You look very much like your father.”
“I doubt that. And how is
that you knew my father?” Chris asked, stopping his stride up the darkened
street. “We’re here.” He then pointed at the building that they
now stood in front of.
Josiah did not answer. He
just looked at the building that Chris was pointing to. It was old, very old, and least over a
hundred years, maybe even before Kovar was founded as a town. It was an old type building that held the
architecture of the New Mecca city. As
was all of Helion Prime, it was lighted by solar energy which the planet housed
in abundance being the closest to the sun of their universe. A light was beaming into the night from a
window at the bottom.
Chris walked over to the steps that led downward, motioned Josiah
to proceed before him. Josiah walked
down the steps and pushed open the door that led to the establishment, glancing
at the lit sign on the outside briefly and said, “The Standish Tavern and
Inn”. Well, at least now he knew why
Chris called it an inn instead of a bar as it was referred to nowadays. The door closed silently behind them as the
entered.
The inside of the building was much different from the
outside. The interior was decorating in
modern techno décor. Everything inside
was made with shining metal and glass.
The lights glowing softly from the ceiling created the ambiance of calm.
Chris nodded to the young female bartender and walked over to an
empty booth that was situated in the back.
He bade Josiah to take the seat across from him.
Once they were seated, he motioned for a waitress to come and take
their order.
The waitress, a young girl around twenty with long black hair and
laughing blue eyes came over. “What can
I get you, Connell?” she asked.
“For me the usual, Kitra.
And for my guest…”
“I’ll take a Sobeian brandy, straight, if you have it, sister”
answered Josiah.
The waitress nodded and walked away to fill their order. As soon as Chris knew she was gone, he
turned to Josiah. “Now, you want to
tell me how you know Travis and my father and what it is you want from me?”
Josiah looked at him pensively and then he smiled. “Well, Larabee, as to your first question,
tell me what you know of the history of Helion Prime and the Necromongers?.”
“Well, quite a lot. But
why are you asking me this as it seems you know my father already?”
“Just humor me, okay,” said Josiah exasperated.
“Very well, priest.”
“How did you know? Not
that I am anymore.”
“Well for one thing, only ones schooled in the old religious ways
call people brother and sister.
Secondly, you still wear the ring of Christianity, which is a symbol of
someone who is part of the priesthood.”
“No longer, though. Now,
tell me what you know about the history of Helion Prime and the Necromongers?”
“Helion Prime was the first planet settled in the Helion
Planetary System in the year 2406 by the exodus of the very religious to find a
planet where they could practice their individual beliefs in peace. They left Earth and its religious wars
behind and settled the five planets, Helion Prime and Helion 2 through 5.
Helion Prime being the closest to the sun, harnessed the solar
energy that was in abundance and also utilized that power to heat up the most
outer Helion planets. It also became
the capitol world of the Helion system and the place where New Mecca was
founded and where trade prospered because of the availability of solar power.”
“Very good. And the
Necromongers?”
Chris sighed bored. “The
Necromongers were a very fanatic religious sect who were just a bunch of crazy
assholes,” replied Chris tersely.
Josiah sighed despondently.
That was not wholly true and Josiah knew Chris knew it also.
The Necromongers came to Helion Prime in the 26th
century, bringing with them their holy war.
They were a space-faring people who worshipped the love of death instead
of life. They believed in the
Underverse, a universe where death range eternal and a true believer of the
Underverse sort out and prayed for an early death, rather than live through the
daily toils of living. They went from planet to planet, bringing their holy
war, destroying any planet should they resist and taking on new humans to be
converted for the replenishment of their armies and armada of ships. Their
motto was convert or die. There were no
other choices.
“That may be true, Larabee, but there was more to them than
that. The Fifth Lord Marshal, a man who
had went to the Underverse and came back something all together different from
human, came to Helion Prime to conquer the humans that lived here. His ultimatum was convert or die.”
“Yeah, yeah. I have heard
the story a million times of how the Fifth Lord Marshal had came to New Mecca,
destroying Helion Prime’s army within a matter of a few hours and then taking
the survivors and giving them a choice. Convert or die was their motto. Those of Helion Prime who refused met with
their death at the hands of the Lord Marshal or his First, Lord Vaake and his
men. But this is known to anyone who
has lived in the Helion system.
Children’s fables and bedtime stories,” said Chris scoffing at him.
“Not a fable, brother, more than that. Tell me what was suppose to happen next?”
Chris was getting annoyed.
The man knew his father and that meant he knew the history of his home
world. Why was he being so
insistent? Chris decided it was best to
continue and found out what the man wanted.
“At this time, a male survivor, a criminal and convict named
Richard B. Riddick, my great grandfather came upon the scene. He, for his own reasons killed the Lord
Marshal’s best man and soon the fate that was scythed for the Lord Marshal 30
years before started to emerge.”
“Yes. Your grandfather
was the downfall of the Lord Marshal and the end of the Necromongers’
rampage. Lord Marshal, a man that
feared little and welcomed death, was afraid of your grandfather. It was the Lord Marshal who had massacred
all Furian males all because a seer had told him that a young Furian male would
be is downfall. Riddick being one of the male sole survivors was set with a
bane, whether he knew it or not and that was to be the avenger of his
people. What the Lord Marshal could not
understand was that you cannot change your fate. You can only deter it for a while. The Furies got their revenge and Lord Marshal got his wish to
join the Underverse much sooner than he planned. And what of Riddick?”
“Ah, yes. What of
Riddick? Riddick the Great became the
new leader of the Necromongers.
Inherited through the law of the Necromongers. A simple basic law, you keep what you kill.”
“Yes, you keep what you kill.
Once he killed the Lord Marshal, he became the Lord Marshal and leader
of all that was his. He turned the
Necromongers away from death and back towards life. He made them use their
skills and abilities for life and not death. They came to admire him and to
love him. He was a hero to all of
Helion.”
“An unwilling hero at best,” came Chris’ reply as Kitra came back
with their drinks. She placed them on
the table and Chris nodded his thanks.
He then took a sip of his drink and sat languishing in his chair.
“Riddick could not evade his fate, no more than you.”
“And what is my fate, priest?” asked Chris angrily. “To spend ten years on a prison planet where
I never would see daylight again! Where living in the darkness and cold for so
long that I can never have normal eyesight again or never feel the difference
that other human beings feel in the changes of the weather! Is that my fate? The same as it was my great
grandfather’s? I think not. Thanks, priest, but I have had enough of
that.”
“Connell,” started Josiah gently. “You cannot change or tempt fate. You were born to do things and that is why I have come.”
“You still haven’t told me how you know Travis or my father?”
“Councilman Travis and I had both served on the same assembly for
New Mecca several years ago working with the new Lord Marshal, your mother,
Aliya. That was when I was a young
fledgling priest just out of the monastery and trying to find my calling among
the people. Years later, after I
dropped from the priesthood, I left the council feeling it was inappropriate
for me to serve there.”
“Why?” asked Chris hoping to get some insight into the man’s
thinking.
“Why?” questioned Josiah confused.
“Yeah, why did you leave?”
“It was for personal reasons.
Anyway, Councilman Travis and myself have always kept in touch, no
matter where I’ve been on Helion. He
asked me for a favor, which I could not refuse since I owe him much. And that was to find you.”
“What does he want?”
“Well, I’ll get back to that after I answer your second
question.”
“How you knew my father.”
“Yes. Your father I met
before that when I was a young initiate working in New Mecca with the Lord
Marshal, your grandfather as liaison between the Lord Marshal and the
Church. He was an Ether Elemental
Ambassador for New Mecca, working with
the Lord Marshal and his daughter to settle the disputes among the Helion
system planets. He had many issues that plagued him and I was his sounding
board, so to say.
One of his issues was the love he felt for your mother, the Lord
Marshal’s daughter and descendant of Riddick the Great. She being of Furian and Necromonger
bloodlines were of a question to him. As you know Elementals always try to
calculate the risks and odds before doing anything that might change the
balance of the universe. That was why they have always stayed neutral during
any human conflicts.”
“But…”
“But, this was one time that logic did not win and although he
knew he was tipping the balance by entering a relationship with someone of your
mother’s bloodlines, he did so anyway.
The outcome of that was an enigma that could tip the balance of the
universe in favor of either side.”
“And what was that enigma?”
“He sired a child, you. Knowing that a child of Elemental, Furian
and Necromonger bloodlines might tip the balance either way due to the child’s
abilities was an enormous calculated risk that he took. He had no idea what he was doing and how it
would affect the future of the universe.”
“Well, neither do I, priest.
So what you are basically saying is that I was a mistake,” replied Chris
coolly.
“No, no, Connell. I am not.
What I am saying is that you were born with the power to tip the
balance, the balance that usually keeps good or evil from taking complete
control.”
“And that affects me how…?”
“I told you that Councilman Travis sent me here to find you.”
“Well, you found me. Now
what?” Chris replied removing his glasses and letting his crystal-like green
eyes gaze upon the man.
“We need you, Connell. We
need your help,” pleaded Josiah.
“You need my help?” asked Chris laughingly. “And why is that, priest?”
“I heard
about your escapades in the Outer Worlds and about what you do now.”
“And what is it that you think I do now, priest?”
Josiah was getting annoyed at the title he kept referring
to. But he knew he could not anger the
man to the point that he would leave and not listen. He could see the stubbornness that was his father in him, but he
hoped to turn the man back to the righteous path that was his destiny.
“Call me, Josiah.”
“Very well, Josiah. You
can call me Chris then.”
Josiah looked at him with blue eyes of surprise. He did not think that Connell would let him
use his familiar name. Maybe he was
getting through.
“Word travels fast, even on a world this large. I have heard stories about a man with the
crystal eyes who has protected Kovar.
It is said that this man has stopped evil in many instances from
creating a foothold in this territory.
They say he has the power to kill demons and destroy worlds.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s a
lot of bullshit if you ask me, but what has that got to do with me?”
“Chris, I know you are the man that the people speak of, although
they may have embellished the tales somewhat. Travis and I still think that you
are the right man for the job.”
Chris sat in thought at Josiah’s words. He protected Kovar out of necessity, not out of heroism. This town was the only place that would
accept him.
When he was unlawfully accused of the crime of sedition, he was
banished from Necropolis, the flying city that was his home for so many years
and was also the seat of power for the Lord Marshal and the surviving
Necromongers who lived there, Kovar was the only place that would take him in. Not even New Mecca, which was now just a
desolate principality, would let someone they thought was a danger to their
beliefs into their city.
Necropolis. He had not
thought of his home city in months. The name brought back many memories that
were too painful for Chris. Included in these memories were of his dead wife
and son, Sarah and Adam who had lost to a fire years before his interment in
prison.
His mother still dwelled there, ruling as the 8th Lord
Marshal, a hard woman, some have said, but Chris had known differently. Without
her husband who had passed on several years before, she was no longer the woman
that people knew as the gentle Aliya.
But, she always had a kind word for him and even when he was
convicted and she had told him to remember that she would always love him. He was her son and beloved son of Miel, her
long dead husband, and nothing would ever change that. The problem was politics
and the law and even the Lord Marshal could not fight them.
He remembered the events that led up to his detainment and then
subsequent imprisonment. The people of
Necropolis no longer practiced the ways of death, rather life, but there were a
few who still believed in the prophesy that Dame Vaake had predicted the day
she died, that one day they would have a new Lord Marshal that would lead them
back to the old ways and victory.
Chris, himself, did not believe it, but because of his friendship
with one who did, it was his downfall.
Being the son of the Lord Marshal and consorting with the known enemy
fraction had led to a set up by the ruling council in Necropolis and his
imprisonment in Butcher Bay prison that was situated on the planet
Crematoria.
Just like his great grandfather he had lost his eyesight and had
to have his eyes surgically repaired.
Of course, once one was exposed to the sun’s rays on Crematoria, the
retinas were never the same, so he had to do with artificial ones and of
course, it was the one reason his eyes had the appearance of a crystallized
look to them.
And now, the priest wanted him to help the same people who had
taken 10 years of his life and his eyesight from him. What gall!
Josiah knew what Chris was thinking. He knew that Chris was wronged by the old council, but that
council was now gone. Under the new
leadership of Councilman Travis, things had changed and most wrongs were
righted. But now they came upon another
situation and it was the worst of them all.
Both he and Travis knew they needed Christopher Connell Larabee in this
fight. Only he would be able to defeat
the new enemy. He and the group they would form from the other men they were to
seek.
“Chris, I know you were wronged, but the council has
changed. Travis is good man and you
know that.”
“Yeah, he was the only one who stood up for me and against the
council.”
“Yes. And this request is
coming from him. He needs your help.”
“Yeah, you keep saying that but not what for.”
“I know I have been very vague, but please be patient. All will be revealed in due time, I
promise.”
“So what would you have me do now?”
“I just need for your agreement to accompany me to New Mecca and
speak with Travis directly. That’s all for now.”
Chris eyed the man suspiciously, but he knew if Travis trusted this
man, then he should too. But lately it
was very hard to trust anyone. The only
other person he ever confided in during his exile in Kovar was the man who
owned this establishment.
His name was Ezra P. Standish, a con man and gambler by chosen
vocation. He and Chris had created a
special relationship out of necessity and survival. If he would guard Standish’s property and keep the peace within
in it, Standish would provide him with a place to stay and drink for as long as
he wanted. The contract was agreeable
with Chris and so his new home in Kovar had become the Standish Tavern and Inn.
As if by thinking his name, the man that was Chris’ business
partner came walking through the door right at that moment.
He wore a long red cape, somewhat flashy and somewhat unnecessary
in a principality such as Kovar being a farming town. But that did not stop Ezra from being who he was.
His brown hair and green eyes gave off a sensuous look that when
he entered a room turned women into gasping fools. Chris could not see what they found so attractive about the man,
but then again, he wasn’t a woman.
Ezra spied Chris and his guest sitting at Chris’ favorite booth
in the back. He passed the cape to the
waitress at the door and headed immediately in their direction.
Chris rolled his eyes as he watched him approached, hoping that
the man would disappear. It was not
that he did not like Ezra. It was more
of the fact that Ezra seemed to always get him into something he did not want
to get into. Ezra sat in the seat next
to him, leaving no retreat.
“Mr. Larabee, it is so good to see you back in one piece, I may
add,” said Ezra, sidling a glance at the man across from him.
“Thanks, Ezra. Glad I was
missed,” retorted Chris trying to ignore the man.
“And who pray tell is this gentleman who has so graciously
decided to abide in my fine establishment?”
“He ain’t got no money, Ezra,” said Chris, knowing the words
would dissuade the young conman.
“Well, I hope he has enough to pay for his social drinking,” came
Ezra statement.
He knew what Ezra was hinting at. Ezra wanted to make sure that his guest was not some vagrant that
Chris had found and felt sorry for.
“He does, Ezra if it is any of your business,” said Chris
tersely.
“Mind if I join you?” said Ezra sitting down next to Chris and
not waiting for them to reply.
Chris glared at him and at first they sat there for
a few minutes, not saying a word until Ezra decided to start up the
conversation again.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Mr. Larabee?” asked Ezra,
pointing to Josiah.
Chris knew Ezra’s curiosity was getting the better of him and
decided it was best he took control before Ezra told the priest his secrets.
“Ezra, this is Josiah Sanchez.
Josiah, this Ezra Standish, owner and manager of the place.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Standish.”
“Call me, Ezra, Mr. Sanchez.
And may I inquire of your business in our fair principality of Kovar?”
Josiah eyed Chris, waiting for him to response. Chris sighed and said, “Josiah has…has come
to request my services.”
“Ah, sir, then you are a merchant like myself and require Mr.
Larabee’s exceptional skills, I can attest to that fact that they are very
proficient.”
“Thank you, Ezra, I appreciate the information.”
“Consider it a business courtesy. After all, if Mr. Larabee will be coming to work for you, as his
agent, I am sure that we can come to some mutual contract.”
“Contract?” queried Josiah bewildered.
“Yes. Did not Mr. Larabee
explain to you about our partnership?”
“Ezra,” came Chris’ soft interruption.
“Mr. Larabee is always neglectful of such important matters
that...”
“Ezra, shut up!” yelled Chris.
Ezra turned to look at Chris with annoyance. “Mr. Larabee, you and I had a deal,” he said
pointedly.
Chris ran his hand over his face in exasperation. He knew this was exactly what he was
avoiding. “No, we don’t, Ezra.”
“Ah, how forgetful we are of late. If I recall, you signed a contract and that contract states…”
“I know what it says, Ezra and you can’t hold me to it.”
“I can and will, Mr. Larabee.
You promised to protect my establishment and that if you needed to leave
Kovar for any special reason, I would be advised of when and where and if it
interfered with my profitability, you would reimbursement me by cutting me in.”
Chris sighed. He knew he
should have never signed that document in the first place.
“What is he talking about, Chris?” asked Josiah noticing the
glares that Chris was sending Ezra’s way.
“Nothing,” replied Chris standing up. Ezra also stood up to the let the man out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” asked Josiah.
“To think about your request.
I’ll let you know tomorrow,” he said.
He then turned to Ezra and said, “I’ll talk to you later.”
Ezra knew it was more of a threat than an invitation. He had angered his partner and could not
understand why.
Chris then walked over to the stairs that led up to the rooms in
the inn and his own abode and disappeared from their sight.
Josiah stared at Ezra, hoping that he could give him some
explanation as to what just happened.
But Ezra had nothing to say. He
knew once Chris got into one of his moods the man was unbearable and not easy
to deal with it.
Instead of answering Josiah’s curious look, Ezra sat down in the
booth with him. He said, “Mr. Sanchez,
please, let me order you another drink.
I think you and I have a lot to talk about it.” Ezra then flashed him one of his charming
gold-tooth smiles and waved his hand for the waitress to come and take their
order.
TBC
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