If Ambrosia was put off by Perry’s argument, she didn’t show it. She smiled gently at her and said, “You’d be right about that. For as long as I’ve been studying Voodoo, I’ve never seen a single case of this happening.”
I laughed. “Sure, but you can’t be much older than…what, twenty-eight?”
“I’ll pretend that was a compliment. I’m twenty-six. But I’m a descendent of the great Marie Laveau. Perhaps you’ve heard of her?”
I sipped my drink. “I don’t know, I hear a lot of things. Who is that?”
Rose spoke up. “Ambrosia’s mother claimed to be the daughter of Marie’s son.”
“Not claimed,” Ambrosia said, glaring at her. “Proven. I have the DNA.”
“Even though Marie’s children by Paris both died at a young age of yellow fever,” she countered.
Ambrosia ignored her and turned her million dollar smile on us. “To get back to the story, it is fascinating, Perry, you’re right. I just don’t think it’s safe. Zombies are one thing, but those neighborhoods, the real people, they’re a much bigger threat to your safety. Maybe after you get some haunted house footage, we can look into it more.”
“That’s just what I was going to suggest,” Maximus said, directing his goofy smitten gaze at her.
Right. Suggest. Like Maximus wasn’t all about telling us what we could and couldn’t do.
“So where is the haunted house?” I asked.
“Yes, and is it anything like the haunted mansion in Disneyland?” Perry added.
With a defeated sigh, Rose told us about the house, pretty much repeating what Maximus had told us: paranormal activity had doubled, as it had in many parts of the city post-Katrina, and a lot of researchers had been in there without picking up on anything too wild. Aside from the spike in the supernatural, there wasn’t anything too unusual about the house. It was built at the turn of the century and was used as a boarding house for many years before becoming a squatter’s paradise. Then the storm surge caused the breeches in the Industrial Canal and flooded the place. It was hard to tell if anyone had died inside.
“Tomorrow night we’ll go and shoot it,” Maximus said.
“Don’t we need special permission from the city?” Perry asked.
“You don’t need permission to do anything here,” Rose said dryly. “The Wild West, remember? The City that Forgot to Care.”
To accent that last bit, the band ended with a sad crash of the symbol and Dead Frog’s Blood exited the stage and Ambrosia got up, going around to each table and collecting tips for them.
When she came back, the music had turned to CCR over the speakers and she held out her hand toward me.
“Pardon me, Perry,” she asked, though she was gazing straight at me, “but do you mind if I dance with your man?”
I could hear Rose suck in her breath across the table and was so certain that Perry was going to tell her to fuck right off, but instead she threw her head back and smiled at Ambrosia, “I don’t mind if he doesn’t mind.”
The thing was, I didn’t mind dancing with Ambrosia. I was tempted to touch her skin to feel how smooth it was. These were bad, bad urges and I didn’t really know why I was feeling them. Obviously I had a libido that just wouldn’t quit and I knew I was a pervert deep down at heart. But I shouldn’t have been thinking those thoughts with a gorgeous woman right beside me, the one that was mine, the one I loved, but I was. I didn’t understand.
Realizing that I hadn’t given her an answer and was leaving her standing there, that everyone was waiting for me to say something, I opened my mouth to say, “Actually I’d rather give the first dance to Perry here.” But I didn’t say that, because Perry looked at Maximus and said, “And while you guys dance, I’ll dance with Maximus here.”
I choked on my words before they could come out, feeling like I was kicked by a sharp-toed boot. Maximus looked just as surprised as I did, but he said, “I’d be honored, little lady,” and got out of his chair, as if he were a chivalrous gentleman doing her a favor.
Perry got out of hers, not even meeting my eyes, and together they went off to the dance floor. It took a few seconds for me to recover, so I shot Ambrosia my most becoming grin and leaped to my feet.
“You better be careful,” Rose said under her breath. I gave her a funny look, but she busied herself with her beer, like she’d never said anything.
I tried not to look at Perry and Maximus dancing together, having horrifying flashbacks to Rudy’s Bar in Red Fox, New Mexico, and once my arms were around Ambrosia and I was feeling the softness of her skin, I couldn’t even care less what Perry and Maximus were doing. All I could think about was this exotic woman in my arms, the elegance of her dance moves. Sure, we were dancing to “Bad Moon Rising,” but we managed to make it work.
“You’re an interesting man,” she said slyly, pressing herself to me. “All of you are. Your girlfriend. Rose’s ex-lover. You’re all very unique. But you’re the most unique of all.”
I raised a brow at her and grinned cockily. “Oh yeah? How so?”
She pondered the question for a moment. “You have a very large aura.”
I grinned even wider. “That I do.”
“It’s very powerful. You’re a lot stronger than you look. You’ve got a lot of willpower.”
“I do?” At the moment, I was afraid I didn’t have any. Suddenly thoughts of Perry entered my mind and my heart directed my attention across the dance floor. Perry and Maximus were dancing together. Jealousy kicked me in the gut, making me bleed, but the longer I stared at them, the more I realized how awkward they looked. Perry looked like she’d rather be getting a root canal, and Maximus was staring at Rose. Silly girl was trying to make me jealous now. God, I wished I could have been annoyed about that but I wasn’t.
I looked down at the cocoa-skinned temptress in my arms, and suddenly I had a feeling I knew what she was doing. She was a Voodoo priestess in training and one hell of a hardcore flirt.
“Thank you for the lovely dance,” I told her, my feet coming to a stop before the song was over. “But I’m afraid I’ve got a thirst that just won’t quit.” I nodded at the bar.
She smiled slyly, satisfied. “I knew it. More strength than most people, and more willpower than you think.”
I threw up my arms. “Too bad you ain’t a drink, baby,” I said lightly, and made my way over the bar. I heard her giggle behind me.
The second I was away from her and the bartender was handing me a Jack and Coke, local priced, I felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, a layer of gauze peeled away from my eyes. I leaned back against the bar and watched as the song ended and Perry and Maximus went back to the table. She didn’t look for me. I knew she was smarting over the whole Ambrosia thing, and even though I planned to turn her down, Perry’s insecurity wasn’t going to believe that. Besides, I probably had been staring at Ambrosia like a fool, just like Maximus was staring at her right now. I guess I wasn’t exactly the man to instill a sense of faith in people.
After I downed my drink and ordered another one, plus another Mint Julep for Perry, I went back to the table. Everyone was talking about ghosts, some of the worst they’d seen, and Rose was doing most of the gabbing.
I passed Perry her drink, to which she politely, albeit stiffly, thanked me. She turned to Rose. “So tell me, do you just see ghosts or is there more?”
She cracked a rare smile. “There’s more. If I concentrate hard enough, I can put people in a trance.”
“Like the Beard Man at your bar,” I said.
“Beard Man? Oh, Daryl. Yes. Like that. He never heard a word we were talking about. In fact, he wouldn’t have heard anyone. It’s almost like an invisibility cloak of sorts, comes in handy on occasion. I reckon it would come more in handy if I used my ability for bad, not good, but that’s only ‘cause being bad comes up more often.”
“Is that it?” Perry asked.
“That’s not enough?”
“How long have you had the whole trance hypnotist ability? Do you know where you got it from?”
She wiggled her lips and then said, “No idea. Just sort of discovered it one day.”
I called bullshit on that. But perhaps she didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe not in front of Maximus or Ambrosia. Maybe not in front of me.
Soon, while Perry got to discussing our time with Sassy(quatch), the band began to file back on stage. I felt like I was about to waste an opportunity if I didn’t act now.
I got out of my chair and stepped onto the low stage. The guitarist looked up at me in surprise. “Where y’at, son?”
“There’s a woman I’d like to impress,” I told him. “And she does love the sound of my voice. Do you think I could sing the first song? There’s a round of drinks for you fellas in it.”
That was all it took to seal the deal. I told them the song, knowing they’d be able to swing it, then grabbed the mic and brought it up to my mouth.
“Good evening, ladies and gentleman,” I said, my voice booming across the bar. Perry, Rose, Maximus, and Ambrosia all swiveled their heads in my direction while most of the patrons looked up in passing interest. “I know I’m not who you expected to see tonight, but the fellas here were gracious enough to grant me this song, this song I dedicate to the beautiful, the sexy, the crazy, Perry Palomino.”
I gestured to her dramatically with the swing of my hand, and even though we were already in a red light’s glow, I knew her face was turning redder.
I looked at the guitarist and said, “Hit it, boys.”