Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapters Two and Three

A much older Senga cradled her Jack and coke in her hands, as she sat in a smoky bar in Chicago. She smiled, remembering her younger years. Now she was 22, and much wiser. Though she hadn’t grown into her hair. It was still as wild and curly as it had been when she was a child.
“Hey, Kitt. Back to Earth!” Her friend Paul snapped his fingers in front of her nose, bringing her out of her thoughts. “You’re on in a few minutes, you know.”
She sighed and downed the rest of her drink. “Yeah, man, I know.” She coughed on the alcohol as it burned its way down her throat. “I’m not nervous, or anything.”
“I never said you were nervous. Just keep it together. We don’t need 100 men following you home tonight.” He said, snorting into his pint glass.
Senga just stared at him with that black look that she was famous for. That look could strip paint off walls, make men’s balls shrivel and fall off. And Paul knew that, as he looked down at his glass. “Wow, I never knew beer could be so interesting…” he said; he knew he’d hit a nerve.
“And now, let’s give it up for a newcomer to our humble bar, Senga Kitt!” The emcee made an overly dramatic flourish on stage, waiting for Senga to get up there.
“We’ll finish this later.” She made a pointed glance at Paul, and picked up her guitar and headed up to the stage.

As yet untitled Senga/Tucker project

“That one’s been eyeing you all night.”

“I think she’s looking at you.”  Agent Tucker Smyth took a sip from his Jack and Coke, and glanced around the loud, brightly colored nightclub.  Even though he was supposed to be working, he couldn’t help but notice the women around him, all as bright and colorful as the club itself.  Their significant lack of modest clothing helped as well.

His superior, Agent John Radner, rolled his eyes, and drank his water. He was not enjoying himself, however, and looked like he would be more at home amongst desks, pencils, and paperwork.  

It wasn’t long before one song ended, and another began. A loud whoop echoed through the club, and both agents turned to find the source. There was a gorgeous young woman climbing up onto a table to dance.  Agent Radner rolled his eyes, and took a sip from his glass muttering something about young people these days.

Explanations.

This post is going to take me a while to write, as there's a little bit of explanation to be done to prevent confusion.

I have several stories and novels in the works about the trials and tribulations of Senga and Tucker. They exist in many different universes, and in different forms in each of them. But one thing is the same, those two characters need each other. They're almost like the proverbial two halves make a whole.

One day, they'll settle down in a universe where they find the most comfort, but for now, just enjoy the jumping around. If you see anywhere that you like, let me know.

My other projects include a couple of co-writes with my awesome and talented friend J. F. Jenkins, and I might post those here. They'll also be posted in her blog as well.

I think that's it? I don't know. My brain kind of hurts.