There was no particular rush to come by - Marie knew Kyle would be here, and she'd had others trickle in and out through the day for the soft open as well. No set schedule, just good food and good vibes - oh, and spice. Like being tazed right in the mouth.
The whole idea of the place was to put visitors right in the middle of New Orleans - like you could be sitting in someone's parlor, in the French Quarter, looking out through open floor-to-ceiling windows, listening to the faint sounds of competing music clubs and the noises of the river, even feeling the ship's engines as they passed through the crescent. Her food would put you there, guaranteed.
"Hey cher," she called, waving Kyle over, once she'd popped her head out of the kitchen to note that her fellow succubus had arrived. Sometimes it was nice to converse with your own kind; they knew what it was like to live in this skin. "Have a seat anywhere - hope you're hungry."