Dreams and Shadows

chapter THIRTY-FOUR

ONE LAST STOP BEFORE SUNSET

Austin continually ranks amongst the heaviest-drinking cities in the country, sometimes going so far as to capture the top spot from the likes of New Orleans, Las Vegas, and New York City. The epicenter of all that drinking is a single street, loaded from one end to the other with bars, clubs, tattoo parlors, and the occasional sex shop. It is Sixth Street, where college kids escape to binge drink and thirty-five-year-olds escape to feel like college kids.

Where there is drinking, there is misery. Where there is misery, there are the dark things. And Sixth Street is loaded top to bottom with the dark things.

During the day it is a vacant, lonely stretch of road with a few open pubs and restaurants serving sandwiches to the downtown day crew. But when the sun goes down and the neon kicks in, the shadows crawl out from their holes and the angels perch along the tops of buildings. As the rest of downtown closes up and rolls down their shutters, Sixth Street breathes in and exhales life into every bulb along the stretch.

Colby tried very hard to avoid Sixth Street. The things that preyed down there weren’t fond of him. Few challenged him directly, knowing full well what he was capable of. But that didn’t quell the dirty looks, the name calling, or the occasional spit on his shoe. Ewan worked on Sixth Street. And Ewan was just about the only reason Colby ever endured the jeers of the things that haunted it. And that’s why he was here now.

After the pounding the city had taken the night before, businesses were busy installing new glass. Those that weren’t had turned instead to plywood and duct tape. Ewan’s bar chose the latter, punctuating their choice with an ironic sign reading: SPENT MONEY ON BEER INSTEAD.

Ewan dumped ice from a large plastic bin into the well beneath the bar. It was a half hour before opening. The bar was bright, lit by heavy, industrial lights meant only for setup and chasing out drunken barflies. In the corner, unbeknownst to Ewan, sat two demons, both mostly human in appearance, and a Boggart more shadow than man, drinking in the last lingering remnants of the previous night’s anguish. They paid Ewan about as much mind as he paid them. But Colby was a different story.

“Oh, what’s this piece of shit doing in our bar?” asked one demon of the other.

Colby looked up as he closed the door behind him.

“You’d think he’d have the decency to stay in his little faggot bar with all his little faggot friends,” said the other.

The Boggart laughed, but dared not speak up. Of the three, he was the only one to have ever seen Colby angry before. Colby shot them a withering glare and the Boggart looked away, choosing the table in lieu of eye contact. The demons grinned wickedly.

“What the hell are you doing down here?” asked Ewan.

Colby smiled. “I’ve got a thing I’ve got to do a little later. On this side of town. So I figured I’d drop in.”

“A thing?”

“Yeah, just a job. Nothing big.”

“Nothing worth speaking of, or nothing you can?”

“It’s a work thing.”

Ewan pleaded with his arms. “Why does everyone in my life have to be so goddamned mysterious?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

One of the demons mocked him in a pinched voice. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Colby peered over his shoulder, trying not to be obvious.

“You and Nora and all your secrets,” said Ewan. “Doesn’t anyone, you know, actually talk about their shit?”

“Nora has secrets?”

“Of course she does. I can’t have anyone in my life who doesn’t. Even my bandmates have their little secrets with each other.”

“Well, they’re brothers. What’s Nora’s deal?”

“Her deal?”

“What won’t she tell you?”

“Everything. Where she’s from. What she does. She’s a total mystery.”

“What do you know about her?”

“I know she lives with her uncle out in the Hill Country and that she was in love with some guy once, but he took off and forgot about her.”

“That all sounds pretty norm . . .” Colby’s eyes grew wide. “Where in the Hill Country?”

“Won’t say. Just that she lives with her uncle.”

“Hmmm.” Colby’s voice drifted off, thoughts rolling around in his head.

“She’s not a redneck or anything.”

“Hmmm? Wait, what?”

“It’s not like she’s a hick.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know what you were thinking.”

“You don’t have the first idea what I’m thinking.”

“I need to get more ice. Hang here.” Ewan picked up the large plastic tub, carrying it off into the kitchen.

Colby looked over his shoulder at the demons who in turn continued their sadistic grinning.

“What are you going to do without your djinn, wish boy?”

“Yeah, you ain’t gonna do nothing.”

Colby shook his head, upturning his palm. With a quick flex of his fingers he sucked every last bit of dreamstuff out of the room, every bit of lingering darkness and melancholy, exhaling it as a single ring of smoke. The puff drifted then broke apart.

The three glowered. “Oh, now you’re just being a dick,” said one. The Boggart gently grabbed his wrist, shaking his head.

Colby clenched his fist. “How hard do you think it would be for me to do the same to you? Find another bar.”

“What?” asked Ewan from the other room.

The three stood up, angry and flustered, making their way to the door.

“I said how hard would it be to find a girl like Nora at another bar?”

Ewan returned, his back arched and the tub overflowing with ice. “Why would I want to find another girl?”

“Not you. Me, jackass. What are the odds of me finding a girl like her?”

“Why would you want to find a girl like Nora? It’s not like you’d talk to her.”

“That’s not cool.”

“No, it’s not. But it’s true. I’ve never seen you talk to a girl. Never.”

“I talk to . . . okay, I don’t talk to girls. But imagine for a moment that I did. What would I say? I mean, what did you say to pick up Nora?”

“She did most of the picking up, actually.”

“Reaaalllly?”

“Wait, you don’t think that a girl like that would want a guy like me?”

“That’s not even close to what I was saying.”

“Why is it such a big deal that she hit on me and not the other way around?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

Colby floundered for an answer that didn’t have the word fairy in it. “Because I worry, okay?”

“What?”

“Girls like that can be trouble. She could be an emotional train wreck moving from guy to guy, leaving you heartbroken and penniless.”

“You take that back.”

“Ewan, Jesus. I’m not saying that’s who she is, I’m saying I don’t know her and I worry.”

“You don’t have to worry. That’s not your job.”

“But I do. I’m always going to worry. Sometimes I feel like you’re my only connection to . . . to . . . to the real world. I’m always off in the bookstore, in my own little world, and you are what keeps me grounded, what keeps me feeling human. You’re my link, and if I lose you, I feel like I’ll be lost for good. So yeah. I worry.”

“Is that why you always wrote me letters when we were kids? When you were off having all those adventures?”

“That’s exactly why. Everyone needs one friend who makes them feel normal. Who makes them feel like not everyone in the world is out to get them. That’s you. Without you, I’d go nuts. I don’t think I could handle this place.”

“Goddamnit, Colby.”

“What?”

“I can’t even be pissed off at you properly.”

“That’s the mark of a good friend.”

Ewan nodded and dumped the remaining ice into the well. “It is. Now get the f*ck out of here. My boss will be in soon.”