Re: Shimmer/James
James was near the end of the bar, being handed a beer by a wild-headed bartender named Ruby whom he privately referred to as Medusa, though for reasons more to do with her persona than the crown of curly, brown hair. She had nicknames for the spellcaster, too, none any more flattering. He looked up, raising eyebrows at the arrival of Shimmer.
"No, I made Brian do it," he said, then gave her shrug. "Seemed safer."
Curiosity got the better of him. He took a sip of his drink and gestured at the spell-dishing gambling machine. "Do I want to know what a Widow Twankey is?" James couldn't wait to hear her take on the machine. People had a way of thinking everything that came out of her was nonsense, but he thought of it as panning in a river. If you had the patience to sift through the particles of sand and silt, you might find a chunk of gold.