Bars and Secrets
A'd been waiting for some time. His previous visit had... gone as expected, if nothing else. He hoped that Thor would at least be a more accepting ear, if not a punctual ear.
At last the guest had arrived. A watched him as Thor slowly walked towards the table.
Their eyes met in a Texas standoff, neither speaking nor looking away. Both men stared, determining whom would speak first, and what they would say. At last, the silence was broken.
Thor: Dude, what's up with the pirate costume?
A: Would you rather me dress like the
other kind of pirate? Even I wouldn't dress up as one of them.
Thor: Touche. So why am I here?
A: I'm sure you've heard of aliens, Thor?
Thor: Don't tell me you're one of those conspiracy freaks. They aren't any aliens living among us!
A: That's what I thought, too. Until I learned what really happened on the Plains.
Thor: ... I'm listening.
A: I investigated the Plains after... after what happened. Tried to figure out how it went down. But it didn't make sense. What purpose would a Sim have in doing that?
Thor: Do they need a reason?
A: I suppose not, but I determined that it
wasn't a Sim. Therefore, it must've been aliens.
A: I've spent 10 years searching for them, to find out the true story. I found one in Twinbrook, but all he did was cast me away and abduct my cast.
Thor: Cast?
A: Not important. What
is important is that I've found one now. Or, I'm close to it.
Thor: And who would that be?
A: Look over there, headed to the bar.
Thor: Who is that?
A: I'm not sure, but something's not right with her. I've seen her waiting for strange persons after dark.
Thor: So? Maybe it's a boyfriend she doesn't want her parents to know about?
A: Maybe. But look at those eyes. She knows who we are. Or who I am, in any case. I think she's an informant, a spy for the aliens. I summoned you to Varg's Tavern because I'd like you to investigate her.
Thor: Wait, what?
A: Talk to her, talk to her friends. Stakeout her house. Find out if she's connected with the aliens.
Thor: Why should I?
A: Closure on the events of the Plains? Discovering the whole story? If that's not enough for you, I have money. Enough to get you a house of your own. Please, just help me, and you'll help yourself.
Thor: Fine. Where should I start?
A: You know, you look thirsty. Maybe you should get a drink.
Thor: Thanks for the drink.
Woman: No problem. It's what I do.
Thor: And how long have you been doing this?
Woman: Long enough. Hey, I've got to head out. Check on my mom. Nice talking to you.
Thor: She must've known.
A: Probably, but he won't. He's the other bartender. Ask him what he knows.
Thor: Hey, you wouldn't happen to know that lady who just left, would you?
Henry: You mean DeeDee? Of course I know her. Why, want her number?
Thor: No, that's fine. I'm just, er, writing a book on the history of Moonlight Falls, and I want to know about the neighbors.
Henry: Well, DeeDee's a nice enough woman, for a witch.
Thor: A witch?
Henry: Or something like that. She's got these strange powers. Lots of the neighbors have them, too, but DeeDee's different.
Thor: Different how?
Henry: Well, for one, I've never seen her use a wand. Don't witches need wands to use their magic?
Thor: That's what I've heard.
Henry: And she's always meeting wih these people, over by the Van Gould mansion. I've never gotten a good look at them.
Thor: How intriguing.
Thor: Well, thank you for your time.
Henry: Sure you still don't want her number.
Thor: No, I'll manage. There
is one more thing, though.
Thor: You wouldn't happen to have any money to spare, would you? You wouldn't believe how expensive paper can be for my book nowadays.
Henry: Uh, sure. I could spare a few simoleons.
Ordinarily, A would've made some sort of retort at Thor's continued mooching, perhaps reassure him that those talents won't need to be put to use for much longer. A was, however, not paying attention to Thor. Out the window, he could see the wintry downpour of white. It was a day like today when he talked to her for the first time in quite a while.
