Daisy ran up toward the two as they entered the ballroom, and jumped onto Eddy, who for his part, managed to catch her and pull off an impressive spin despite having been caught by surprise. He was probably used to being caught by surprise, knowing Daisy.

“Oh my GOSH we were JUST looking for you!!” Daisy squeaked.

“I knew you’d find us.” Blitz smiled, kissing Jim on the cheek.

“Always will.” Jim said.

Awww. The good boy got his treat.

-I mocked Jim as the group made their way to a reserved table with no less than three butlers at beck and call.

You're just mad that I’m the one with the keys. He said smugly, while ordering something that I hated and that we couldn’t afford.

I’m mad because you turned us into a pussy whipped bitch.

You wanna go?! He growled, turning to me. I met his stare with my own, I wasn’t in any sort of mood for this tonight.

The fuck does that mean? 

-I scoff, throwing my hands in the air. 

We gonna have a row? I’m not real remember?

A finger gave one of our curls an amused tug, and we turned to see Blitz smiling at Jim. “Am I gonna need to compete with aliens for your attention tonight, Jimmy?’

He grinned, and leaned in to kiss her. “Never” he said, as I made barking noises behind him.

“Eddy you NEED to talk to your staff!” Daisy said over Blitz and Jims making out, either making an effort to ignore it, or completely oblivious of it, it's hard to tell with her. “There are NOOO vegan dishes ANYWHERE on the menu!”

“You’re not a vegan.” Eddy said patiently, through a half smile.

Daisy folded her menu and shot Eddy an annoyed look, jabbing the menu in his direction. “Irregardless.” She said simply, than returned to the menu.

Eddy opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the sound of clinking glasses. “Attention, everyone.” Came a strong and civil voice that made Eddy cringe. “Your attention please!”

“What does he want?” Blitz sighed, annoyed, her and Jim breaking away to look towards a stage across the ballroom.

“Man can’t POSSIBLY miss a chance to get more brown on that FUCKED UP nose of his.” Daisy growled, aggressively, staring daggers at her mortal enemy.

“Daisy please...” Eddy said, turning in his chair to get a better look at the owner of the country club

Abbas Safi was very much Eddy’s father. You’d only have to take one quick look to realize that Eddy was in every way a younger version of the man. However, Abbas kept his hair as well as his rounded goatee short, neat and very business like.But the biggest separation of father and son was the multitude of scars crisscrossing his stern, joyless face in a haphazard, anger induced patterned caused by twin knives inflicted on him about two years ago.

Jim smiled at the memory. I pinched my nose as nostalgia washed over us.

Grow up.

-I sighed.

He got what he deserved. He responded simply.

Can’t wait to pay for it.

-I spat sarcasm at him.

“First I would like to thank each and every one of you for joining us at Safi Industries in support of such a worthy cause.” Abbas false sincerity cut off our fight before it could properly begin. “Tonight I have the greatest of honors in welcoming someone that truly needs no introduction. Someone that is a beacon of light in our darkest moments. A pillar of our community and one of the greatest humanitarians walking this earth today. When he came to me, asking if I’d host such an important event, it was truly impossible for me to refuse. Ladies and gentlemen, the one who brought us all here today, a man like no other, Mr. Karl Gustav.”

Blitz, Jim, and I froze.

The man who walked up looked like he had aged gracefully. He was a tall, kindly looking man with neat, slicked back, dark grey hair with a large, and a well trimmed mustache. The only visible mark of his past was a long scar across his throat and a few faded tattoos on his neck and hands. His suit was the darkest black we’d ever seen, with shoes that shined across the room, the only splash of color was a silver watch and a light blue necktie. He walked up to the podium with all the confidence in the world. As if he owned everything around him, the stage, the building, and all the people in it.

The denizens of No-Mans-Land have a life expectancy measured in the moment. And deadmen, the ones born in the waste land, they live their short lives miserable, poor, and stupidly brave. Cops, soldiers, government, these are all nothing to deadmen but the bullet it costs to put them down. But even deadmen understand fear. Something every person in the world fears every day of their lives, following the laws of society, only three people can bring it down upon even the dumbest of deadmen. The fear of repercussion. Of their actions coming back to haunt them. Of something worse than death. The fear of a King of Krymehaven.

The entire ball room burst into roaring applause as The Lion stepped on stage.