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Shameem's head is buzzing pleasantly. If she'd been told at the outset that this trip to Spaghetti Town for "just a couple of days" would last the better part of a month, she would have invented an emergency back home and left at once. Now, she's so glad that she hadn't. Obsidian Rush was the new joy that she hadn't known she was missing in life. And her supplier, Jason C., whom she'd initially dismissed as a silly, scruffy zoomer, had wildly exceeded her expectations as a source of companionship while here. The nights made the days of ennui all the more tolerable: she spent most days sleeping off the effects of the night before, shopping at the mall, or taking a bland trip to the zoo or the ballgame with her husband which was tolerable as a change of pace at least. But this, too, would soon come to an end.
Shameem sits up from the bed of the luxury hotel suite and buttons her blouse, then looks at Jason as he straightens his tie.
>"I'm pretty sure we're leaving after the next wrestling show. I may see you again one more time, but if I don't, I wanted to thank you for being a MARVELOUS companion while I've been in Spaghetti Town.
Jason chuckles. "You've been saying you're leaving for three or four weeks now," he said, "and fortunately for me at least, you've been wrong every time. What makes this time different?"
Shameem ignores that.
>"Before we go, I had some questions. What else can you tell me about this Andi Kestrel, the wrestler with the blond hair and red bandanna who flashed the crowd?"
Jason rolls his eyes. "This again? Look, if you stand outside the arena and wait for her, she'll probably autograph your merch. Didn't figure you for such a fangirl."
