For fun 🙂
Or for the why not of it?
Disclaimer: I did not create Maze (Mazikeen). I’ve been watching Lucifer on Netflix.
(Setting: random dive bar)
Maze looked up from reading my twitter feed. I was already weary of the harsh look on her face.
“Did you really do that? Ask a bunch of drunks how to fill in plot holes?” She demanded.
“Yes. I did that sometimes when I lived abroad.” I explained, wondering how Linda must feel. Admittedly, maybe that wasn’t normal human behavior. Some of my human friends also think it’s strange that I find it so easy to approach people. Maze looked like she was rolling her tongue, chewing mildly on the inside of her lip.
“So, how’d you do it?” She asked.
“Well, I don’t drink.” I started, getting ready to explain–
“Yeah, I noticed.” She interrupted, eying my cranberry juice. I tried not to hold that against her as I resumed:
“So, I pay attention to people’s energy in how they carry themselves. For example, yours screams that you don’t want to be messed with. And, if I did mess with you, that I’d regret it.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” She agreed, nodding with a subtle, demonic grin.
“Well, I pick a group, or person, with very amicable energy. Then I absorb that feeling and approach them with some type of lead in or introduction. From there, I would basically just pitch the problem scenario and see what they say.” I explained, confident that I’d handled it well enough. Maze was nodding at me like an ardent sage.
“I want to do that.” She decided. I raised both eyebrows and gave her my best surprised face.
“You?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure.” She shrugged. “Why not?”
“Uh. . .”
“My show has plenty of plot holes.” She took a big swig from her drink and slammed it back on the table. I watched her storm theatrically (in a hyper-masculine manner) away from where I sat. She approached a group of college-aged brits.
“I’m absorbing your energies.” She declared loudly, domineering her shoulders and stance like a drunk dude-bro. “And I have a problem.”
I facepalmed in the background.
Almost, Maze. Almost.