Zydeco Blue
A little bit unholy
Without taking her eyes off of John, the Director called, "Hey, Zydeco. Put this guy through his paces."
A man leaning on another desk straightened and wandered over with his hands in his pockets. Instead of saying anything, he circled John, looking him up and down with oddly patterned yellow eyes that John had never seen the likes of before.
"Uh, hi," said John, shifting to keep Zydeco in his line of sight. "I'm not entirely sure if this is the pacing she meant, but--"
The other man raised his gaze to meet John's, an unholy amusement lighting his eyes. "Hit me once, and I'll make sure the kid pays you for your week's trial."
"How about we flip that? If you can't hit me, I get paid," John suggested, after giving the Director a furtive look.
Zydeco smirked. "Good at dodging, are you?"
"Well... yes, actually, but that's not what I was thinking about earlier."
"Absolutely not," announced the Director. "Liability forbids it. Don't worry about hurting him, John. Believe me, I've tried."
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