Crossroads: A Changing of the Guard
Fox Meridian, 30s, rogueish, sits up at the edge of bed, lighting a cigarette. He clutches an obsidian stone dangling from his neck. A woman with brightly colored hair and wild eyes sits up. She appears sprightly and full of life. Pixie: You ready for the party tonight? Fox nods, his eyes distant. Fox: Yea... Pixie: What's wrong? Fox: Just thinking. Pixie: Well stop. That is not what tonight is for. Fox smirks and stands. The city scape is lit up in the distance, casting his silhouette back onto the room. He takes a long drag, puts on his hat, and turns. Cut to: Fox is behind the bar spinning bottles and pouring drinks. Many people in outrageous costumes and hair are buying drinks and laughing. A performance group is on stage, juggling knives and singing. A taller man in a leather coat walks in. Wilson: I got you. Go have fun... Fox nods, smiles and pulls out his stick bag. Stepping up to the billard table, he pulls out the two si...