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herself.
“Raspberry vodka, straight,” the bartender said.
“Well, I don’t want it. It’s boring me. Make me a…”
Her eyes flicked about as if searching. The television in the corner caught her eye, an advertisement for a new truck. Despite no apparent alcohol in the ad, she shot a finger up as if it had just sparked an idea.
“A mojito!”
“Sorry, Lizzy, we don’t make those here.”
Lizzy glared at the bartender, whose name she couldn’t remember, or even remember if she asked. Several nasty responses, both verbal and extremely physical, flashed through her mind. Most of those would have caused her the trouble of moving on to another bar though, so she bit her tongue hard. She tasted just a drop of blood.
“Fine! Just make me something interesting. And hard.”
The bartender nodded and turned to the rows of bottles behind him. She caught just a bit of relief on his face in the mirror, and briefly contemplated shoving a toothpick into one of his lower vertebrae. Her gaze slipped from his reflection to her own, and for a moment she got caught up in contemplation of her own image.
She knew she was pretty. She had made sure of it. Not conventional beauty, but eye-catching, stunning in her own way. Petite, barely over five feet tall, body almost too thin. The lines of her body were sharp, almost harsh angles that accentuated modest and subtle curves and made her seem somehow… dangerous. Beautiful, in the way of a well-made stiletto.
She ran a hand through her hair, a rich brown, with just a flash of red in the highlights. She smiled slightly to herself, knowing how many human women would kill for a hairdo like hers. Hair back in sweeping lines that accentuated those of her face. Just a few strands and waves out of place, giving it that windblown look. Expensive, if she had gotten it at the spa. Hard to manage through conventional means. Though just a bit out-of-date.
Then her eyes fell upon her own staring back in the mirror, and she looked away. Lizzy, properly named Elizabeth, remembered with some wry distaste that she had never been allowed to think of herself as just human.
“You know why Lizzy is in town?” she asked the bartender as he set down her drink.
“You told me some.” He nodded.
“Well, I’ll tell you again,” she growled.
She sipped her drink and looked at it curiously, not recognizing some of the mixed flavors. For the moment she was too bored with trying to set herself apart to bother with the third-person nonsense. Besides, once in a while it got her thinking that Lizzy really was another person. And that was not a good thing.
“Nathaniel was always a mama’s boy,” said Lizzy.
“Who’s Nathaniel?” the bartender asked.
“My brother, you nit! Now shut up and listen. That’s what bartenders are supposed to be for.”
She smiled openly and a little nastily as she watched him control his face. Maybe most drunken tourists would have missed the little tics and signs of strain. And though he nodded and looked attentive, for the next few moments she remained silent, slipping into her own thoughts.
Thoughts of her brothers, especially Nathaniel. Thoughts of Melinda. It wasn’t easy having one of the country’s more powerful dragons as a mother. Suck-up Nathaniel, currying favor, doing everything Mommy asked. Like that was a way to win love.
“Damn it, I was her favorite!” she said.
The bartender jumped.
“I
am
her favorite,” she said.
Lizzy sipped more of her drink and dipped her finger in it, starting to draw pictures on the bar top.
“Oldest daughter, almost oldest child. Way too many sons running about. Everyone knows I’m next in line. I’m heir. Mother to daughter, that’s Melinda’s way. Nathaniel will never ever, ever stop that. Even if I have to drop Mama’s little boy in the ocean.”
“I don’t think your mother would appreciate that.”
“Shows what you know, little monkey. Mother loves competition, especially among the boys, but
“Raspberry vodka, straight,” the bartender said.
“Well, I don’t want it. It’s boring me. Make me a…”
Her eyes flicked about as if searching. The television in the corner caught her eye, an advertisement for a new truck. Despite no apparent alcohol in the ad, she shot a finger up as if it had just sparked an idea.
“A mojito!”
“Sorry, Lizzy, we don’t make those here.”
Lizzy glared at the bartender, whose name she couldn’t remember, or even remember if she asked. Several nasty responses, both verbal and extremely physical, flashed through her mind. Most of those would have caused her the trouble of moving on to another bar though, so she bit her tongue hard. She tasted just a drop of blood.
“Fine! Just make me something interesting. And hard.”
The bartender nodded and turned to the rows of bottles behind him. She caught just a bit of relief on his face in the mirror, and briefly contemplated shoving a toothpick into one of his lower vertebrae. Her gaze slipped from his reflection to her own, and for a moment she got caught up in contemplation of her own image.
She knew she was pretty. She had made sure of it. Not conventional beauty, but eye-catching, stunning in her own way. Petite, barely over five feet tall, body almost too thin. The lines of her body were sharp, almost harsh angles that accentuated modest and subtle curves and made her seem somehow… dangerous. Beautiful, in the way of a well-made stiletto.
She ran a hand through her hair, a rich brown, with just a flash of red in the highlights. She smiled slightly to herself, knowing how many human women would kill for a hairdo like hers. Hair back in sweeping lines that accentuated those of her face. Just a few strands and waves out of place, giving it that windblown look. Expensive, if she had gotten it at the spa. Hard to manage through conventional means. Though just a bit out-of-date.
Then her eyes fell upon her own staring back in the mirror, and she looked away. Lizzy, properly named Elizabeth, remembered with some wry distaste that she had never been allowed to think of herself as just human.
“You know why Lizzy is in town?” she asked the bartender as he set down her drink.
“You told me some.” He nodded.
“Well, I’ll tell you again,” she growled.
She sipped her drink and looked at it curiously, not recognizing some of the mixed flavors. For the moment she was too bored with trying to set herself apart to bother with the third-person nonsense. Besides, once in a while it got her thinking that Lizzy really was another person. And that was not a good thing.
“Nathaniel was always a mama’s boy,” said Lizzy.
“Who’s Nathaniel?” the bartender asked.
“My brother, you nit! Now shut up and listen. That’s what bartenders are supposed to be for.”
She smiled openly and a little nastily as she watched him control his face. Maybe most drunken tourists would have missed the little tics and signs of strain. And though he nodded and looked attentive, for the next few moments she remained silent, slipping into her own thoughts.
Thoughts of her brothers, especially Nathaniel. Thoughts of Melinda. It wasn’t easy having one of the country’s more powerful dragons as a mother. Suck-up Nathaniel, currying favor, doing everything Mommy asked. Like that was a way to win love.
“Damn it, I was her favorite!” she said.
The bartender jumped.
“I
am
her favorite,” she said.
Lizzy sipped more of her drink and dipped her finger in it, starting to draw pictures on the bar top.
“Oldest daughter, almost oldest child. Way too many sons running about. Everyone knows I’m next in line. I’m heir. Mother to daughter, that’s Melinda’s way. Nathaniel will never ever, ever stop that. Even if I have to drop Mama’s little boy in the ocean.”
“I don’t think your mother would appreciate that.”
“Shows what you know, little monkey. Mother loves competition, especially among the boys, but
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