At The Gates

Who: Saul [and Berith later]
What: Saul's fantasy is hard to shake.
Where: The Metropolitan
When: After the party's hit full-flow and then some.

( It is no onward creeping thing, no taint at back of mouth - taste of tin and rain that is magic ringing unpleasantly across nerve endings )

WHO: Berith.
WHERE: Where else? The basement of the Metropolitan.
WHEN: Saturday the 21st, morning, roughly. Presumably.
WHAT: Observations, and Berith rattles his cage.

( The circle had become a second skin of his. )