Drop-Dead in Love
It contrasted artistically with the wash of red in the circular area of the club, illuminating the black bar counter, the glittery curtains on the stage, and the barely-dressed humans with stiff fake wings and halos.
"Angels?" he spluttered, facing Kat. "But last time, they were not dressed—or stripped down—like this."
"Well, they're going to open in half an hour," she said knowledgeably. "Also, it's Friday. They do themes on Fridays, according to the taste of the highest tipper of the previous week."
Calix nodded in understanding, then he paused, eyes narrowed. "Wait. How do you know all that?"
Kat shifted uncomfortably. "Let's just say I'm a semi-regular customer."
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