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not sure why I
didn’t just tell him who it was. I just felt like it was safer not
to.
    He nodded at a bouncer,
who like Duncan was dressed all in black. The bouncer grunted
something unintelligible to Duncan. Duncan must have taken the
grunt to mean enter because he pulled me further inside.

Chapter Six
    The interior of the bar
was no more appealing than the exterior. The faded black paint on
the walls looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. The worn
wood floors made the stairs at Chad’s apartment look high quality
in comparison.
    I tried not to make a
face, but with the musty smell in the air, I was having some doubts
about whether the place could pass any health code.
    A large, dilapidated
bar dominated the room. Otherwise there were a few tables all of
which had no chairs. Compared to the other bars on Bourbon Street,
this one was mostly empty. The dozen or so customers were all
dressed exactly alike. Black dress shirts and matching slacks.
    Black was a popular
color for Halloween, but wearing it head to toe seemed a bit much.
Then again I was wearing all black.
    “Can I get you a
drink?” Duncan asked.
    “No thanks.” I needed a
few minutes first. This was not the type of bar I was used to. The
bars we’d been at the other night were similar to the ones near
East Madison, but this place was something else entirely. I
couldn’t ignore the sense of unease spreading through me.
    I took a closer look at
the customers. They were all male as far as I could tell. Was this
a gay bar? If so, it was probably the worst looking one in the
world. I had no problem if Duncan was gay, but why bring me here?
And hadn’t he admitted to having inappropriate thoughts about me?
The last thing I needed was some confused gay guy trying to use me
to experiment or something. That would have fit with the theme of
the weekend though—messed up.
    “You brought some
company, Duncan.” A deep throaty voice asked from behind me. I
turned around and came face to face with a tall guy, maybe in his
mid-twenties. He was wearing black like everyone else, but his
shirt was satin. “Hello, little one.”
    Little one? What was
that about?
    “She’s in town
visiting.”
    “Oh. She’s from out of
town.” The new guy smiled in that ‘I’m picturing you naked’ sort of
way.
    I stepped closer to
Duncan. “Do you not like locals?”
    He laughed. “I just
like meeting new people. I am Jeryl.” He held out a hand, and I
accepted his awkward handshake. He then brushed his lips against my
hand. “Lovely to meet you, little kitty.”
    Kitty? Oh yeah, the
costume. “My name’s Daisy. Nice to meet you.”
    “Daisy? Isn’t that
perfect?” He rubbed a thumb against my cheek. Was he checking to
see if the whiskers were real? I stepped back. He was definitely
stepping over the socially acceptable behavior line. That also fit
perfectly with the weekend’s theme.
    “Perfect?”
    “Yes.” He still held my
hand. I wanted to pull it away, but how did I do that without
offending him? “You’re named after a flower, a symbol of life.”
    “Oh. Yeah.” My name
seemed to always get people talking. Sometimes in good ways, and
sometimes in bad ways.
    “Nice find, Duncan.”
Jeryl nodded at Duncan.
    “Find?” I looked up at
Duncan. What in the world was Jeryl talking about?
    Duncan put a hand on my
shoulder. “Isn’t she? I noticed her yesterday, but tonight I
couldn’t resist her.”
    “Absolutely perfect,”
Jeryl repeated himself.
    Duncan squeezed my
shoulder. “Let me show you around.” As weird as he was being, he
sure wasn’t getting frisky. That was something.
    “No.” Jeryl put a hand
on my other shoulder. “I’ll show her around.”
    The two men stared each
other down. Something seriously weird was going on. This exchange
caught the attention of several of the other customers who turned
to look at us. Or maybe I should say turned to look at me. There
went the gay bar question. The looks on their faces left no doubt
of