Morgayne sighed and hit her contacts for Grace. The crowd began to thin as she moved from the festivities allowing her to move faster. Most of the people were olaughing and getting drunk, clinging to each other to stay upright. People tended to start the sauce earlier during Mardi Gras and everybody was friends with,everyone, regardless if they were strangers. Most of the time they were friendly drunks but sometimes.....<br/><br/>....like now.<br/><br/>"Hey, sweet thang. What's your hurry. Come party with us. Me and my buddies will make it worth your while," a stinkingly drunk man said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. His breath reeked as she tripped into him when he pulled her off balance. She had a moment to right herself and note his friends, leering. She jerked her arm free and began to walk off.<br/><br/>"No thanks, another time."<br/><br/>His friends laughed and he turned bright red and grabbed her again. "No, your gonna play and your gonna like it, cunt."<br/><br/>Morgayne paused and looked down at his arm, her eyes closing to angry slits. With her free hand she pulled her gun and shoved it into his stomach where no one could see.<br/><br/>"First, my name is not "cunt", you insignificant piece of dog shite. Second, you wouldn't want to play with me. You'd never survive the experience," she said with a creepy smile. For added effect she let a little glamor shimmer over her and let her eyes burn red and a mouthful of jagged teeth. The man stumbled back to where his friends caught him as he gibbered. She turned away sharply and then shoved through the rest of the crowd, sucking in the cooler, cleaner air. "Asshole."<br/><br/>Morgayne put the phone to her ear, wondering if Grace picked up or if she had to redial. "Hello?" She picked up her pace until she was sprinting down the dark but quieter street. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a soft flutter and slowed. In a single pot with geraniums was a pixie. If it weren't for the metal Yeungling cap he used as a helmet, she wouldn't have recognized Criss-Cross.<br/><br/>"Hey! Criss-Cross! Well met. If you do me a favor and show me how fast you can fly, there's a cheese stuffed pizza with extra black olives in it for you," she said with a smile.<br/><br/>"Morgayne," the little male pixies perked and thumped his hard credit card breastplate. "You know I am the fastest pixie in town. and I'd do it for free for you," he said bashfully. "But don't tell the others!"<br/><br/>"I won't," she said giving a quick peck on the top of his head. He swooned and fell on top of the flower, his weight making it sag. He slipped but zipped upward, a sparkling trail beneath him. "I will give you the pizza to save face. But I am in a hurry. Can you find Kasaiko, the Fox. I think she should be here to."<br/><br/>He saluted her and streaked off. She sighed and then remembered her phone. The call had dropped so she dialed again. "Please, Grace." she spoke into the night as she jogged toward a hopefully okay Sylvan. She could feel her body moving like a predator. It was the only reason she thought it wasn't right. The night felt heavy and ominous with death. She wanted to strike, her focus sharp as she now scanned the area.<br/><br/><br/>