"They'd be at Tibby's now," said Jack looking at the sun. So we walked to Tibby's in silence. There were loud boys in the restaurant. Most of the tables were filled, Jack and Spot a seat next to Blink and David. I scooted into a booth with Shay and a new guy across form me, and Race next to me. Shay glared at me.

I closed my eyes and smiled, "Mmmm." I sighed and opened them. Race smiled and plucked his cigarette out of his mouth. Ah, he remembered. I looked over at the Newcomer.

"Hark, What light from yonda window breaks? It is da east, and Juliet, is da sun." He chanted Romeo's lines like he was born to say them. I smiled.

"Good night, good night, a thousand times good night…parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night, till it be marrow." My accent made Juliet sound better than she is. His eyes lit up.

"I'm Shakespeare." He told me.

"Ivory." I said.

"Ah, You're English."

"She weren't dis mornin'," chimed Shay.

"I bet you remember this morning," I said and closed my eyes, "I do."

"I really 'tink you'se should stop." He said as I opened my eyes.

"Stop what Love?" I asked innocently, "Don't you like having fun, I can show you fun." I winked at him. Again, with the rolling of the eyes. "Aww, it's almost like you don't like me," David approached us, "Ew." I said smiling.

"I love you too," he said, "Hey-a Race, we're getting ready to go down to the Poker Hall. You wanna come?" Race's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Wait, 'we' who's 'We'?"

"Jack, Spot, Blink, and I." Grammar's complete. Spot, hmm.

"Spot. Well then I have to go also."

He titled his head, "Why?" He asked.

"Cause' I…Uh, Can." I said moving my eyes around as I searched for an answer. I got up from the booth, and said my good-byes to Shakespeare. I winked to Shay.

"Why are you'se comin'?" Asked Spot when I caught up to them outside of the restaurant. Jack was smoking with Race.

"Demons." I replied.

"Demons?" He asked quietly, "In da Poka Hall?" I nodded, "During da day?" He added.

"Are there drunks?"

"Yeah."

"Is it dark?"

"Yeah."

"Then there's demons."

"Who was dat guy?" Asked Jack as David joined us. We started to walk down the street.

"What guy?"

"Da…da guy in your apartment."

"Oh, that guy." There was an anticipating silence.

"Well?" Asked David.

"Huh?" Then there were chimes of "come one's" and "Ivory's".

"Alright, alright. That was Desent."

"Old Boyfriend?" Asked Spot for the third time in 24 hours.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Somethin' Like that!" I yelled.

"On, Off Boyfriend?" Asked Race.

"No."

"Brudda's best friend?" Asked Blink.

"No."

"Brudda?" That would be Jack, who couldn't help himself.

"Ew, No!" Can't blame him. It was setup. I wouldn't of let it go.

"Then who!"

"He's, e's, my…me, husband," I stuttered. My accents are slipping. It's showing off everywhere I've lived. I kept walking as they stopped, they had to run to catch up to me.

"What do ya mean husband?" Asked Jack.