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that he was about to see.
The bottom of the stairs opened up to a large room filled with people from the higher echelons of the political scene. In a time long past, being seen at such a place would have been the ruination of one’s career, but now, if you weren’t seen, then you would be looked down upon. But that was for the young and needy, the political up and comers who needed a boost in their career. With his own career set, as well as his finances, there was no need for him try and impress his peers by frequenting these types of establishments.
But as he looked around the room, he was reminded at the fun these parties offered. Most of the immoral activity took place in one of the many small chambers that opened up off the large main room. But inebriation removed many barriers of inhibition, so there was quite a number of sexual acts taking place in the open room. Pitchers of thick, syrupy liquids were passed around to make one forget about what was going on, or the activities that one was doing. Sometimes they were too potent and those that drank them would fall over and never get up. But that was a part of the excitement. Once you stepped through the doors, you never really knew if you were going to leave on your feet. Or at all.
As he made his way through the room, he wondered if anyone at all used the private rooms for their banal activities. Every time he looked in a different direction, there were couples or groups of people copulating with no thought or regard to those around them. Of course, with plenty of potent liquids to share, no one really cared. He tried to avoid looking, or even staring, but it was hard to avert his eyes. It wasn’t that he was a prude or disapproved of their behavior; it was just a bit over the top for a sober person to witness. But he had to at least look at the faces to see if one of them might have been the man he was looking for.
When he did see him, he let out a long sigh of relief. Not only was he here, but he still had all his clothes on. He was standing among a large group who were passing a large earthen mug among them. Everyone was laughing and spilling as much of the liquid as they were drinking.
The man noticed Hibold as he approached and called out to him.
Hibold smiled and walked straight up to him. “Berrien! I am so glad to find you.”
“And me as well!” Berrien replied with a slight slur in his speech. “I have never seen you here! Have you decided to finally let your hair down and partake in the magic of the night?”
Hibold wrinkled his nose at the mug that was shoved at him. “No. I have come to see you.”
Berrien laughed and the rest joined in. Hibold was not quite sure what was so funny, but he joined in anyway.
Once the laughter subsided, and Hibold got Berrien’s attention again, he leaned forward and said, “I have a job for you.”
“A job?” Berrien repeated. He continued to chuckle as if he could not control it. “What job?”
“It is a good job and it pays very well. But you must leave immediately.”
“And leave all this,” Berrien said with a wave of his hand. “The night is still young!”
Hibold grabbed Berrien by the front of his shirt and pulled him away from his group. Berrien tried to protest and fight his way out of the grasp, but in the end he was compliant and let Hibold lead him away. Once they were far enough away and out of earshot of the group, Hibold said sharply, “Listen, I am giving you a chance. Do you want it or not?”
Berrien glanced back at
The bottom of the stairs opened up to a large room filled with people from the higher echelons of the political scene. In a time long past, being seen at such a place would have been the ruination of one’s career, but now, if you weren’t seen, then you would be looked down upon. But that was for the young and needy, the political up and comers who needed a boost in their career. With his own career set, as well as his finances, there was no need for him try and impress his peers by frequenting these types of establishments.
But as he looked around the room, he was reminded at the fun these parties offered. Most of the immoral activity took place in one of the many small chambers that opened up off the large main room. But inebriation removed many barriers of inhibition, so there was quite a number of sexual acts taking place in the open room. Pitchers of thick, syrupy liquids were passed around to make one forget about what was going on, or the activities that one was doing. Sometimes they were too potent and those that drank them would fall over and never get up. But that was a part of the excitement. Once you stepped through the doors, you never really knew if you were going to leave on your feet. Or at all.
As he made his way through the room, he wondered if anyone at all used the private rooms for their banal activities. Every time he looked in a different direction, there were couples or groups of people copulating with no thought or regard to those around them. Of course, with plenty of potent liquids to share, no one really cared. He tried to avoid looking, or even staring, but it was hard to avert his eyes. It wasn’t that he was a prude or disapproved of their behavior; it was just a bit over the top for a sober person to witness. But he had to at least look at the faces to see if one of them might have been the man he was looking for.
When he did see him, he let out a long sigh of relief. Not only was he here, but he still had all his clothes on. He was standing among a large group who were passing a large earthen mug among them. Everyone was laughing and spilling as much of the liquid as they were drinking.
The man noticed Hibold as he approached and called out to him.
Hibold smiled and walked straight up to him. “Berrien! I am so glad to find you.”
“And me as well!” Berrien replied with a slight slur in his speech. “I have never seen you here! Have you decided to finally let your hair down and partake in the magic of the night?”
Hibold wrinkled his nose at the mug that was shoved at him. “No. I have come to see you.”
Berrien laughed and the rest joined in. Hibold was not quite sure what was so funny, but he joined in anyway.
Once the laughter subsided, and Hibold got Berrien’s attention again, he leaned forward and said, “I have a job for you.”
“A job?” Berrien repeated. He continued to chuckle as if he could not control it. “What job?”
“It is a good job and it pays very well. But you must leave immediately.”
“And leave all this,” Berrien said with a wave of his hand. “The night is still young!”
Hibold grabbed Berrien by the front of his shirt and pulled him away from his group. Berrien tried to protest and fight his way out of the grasp, but in the end he was compliant and let Hibold lead him away. Once they were far enough away and out of earshot of the group, Hibold said sharply, “Listen, I am giving you a chance. Do you want it or not?”
Berrien glanced back at
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