WHO: Much and Oedipus WHEN: Saturday late afternoon WHERE: The Theban Cycle WHAT: A chance at gainful employment? WARNINGS: A health and safety nightmare
Much was pretty - like, seventy percent? - sure he wasn't walking into trouble.
A very small part of his brain reminded him that he hadn't thought the Great American Road Trip felt like trouble either, but since this was part of his brain that he wasn't keen on, Much found he could ignore it. Most of the time, when Much went out on his own, he didn't die, therefore he shouldn't need to dwell on it.
It was a lot easier to think this way while walking crowded streets, every shadowy corner lit up in neon, the sun still a few hours from setting though it had long disappeared behind the towering buildings. A lot harder to think this way when he was alone at night.
Still, night would come when night came, and for now he had a new place to explore and a new friend to meet - although, as Much approached the shop, he realised he hadn't asked the man's name. Or, what the job was. He'd thought a bike shop, from the name, and maybe there was a bike in there, hidden behind the patched up ottoman or under the dusty velvet curtains. The curtains were, it was true draped over something that could, potentially, be a bike, but the shop definitely didn't specialise in them. "Hullo," he called out, and his voice seemed to get sucked up by the old lamps and wall hangings and masks. "It's me, the invading Greek army."