Addie listened to Will's list intently. He was fascinating. At best, most people were simply fun. She also assumed he could probably take care of himself. Someone didn't live to be 111 without learning to take care of himself. And while Addie was not the kind of person friends sought out for a shoulder to cry on, she was the kind of person to blow the Hell out of whatever had caused the crying in the first place. It wasn't that she wouldn't have Will's back if the shit hit the fan, but she figured he had brains enough to be carrying an umbrella for such situations.
"If the story's true, he had a sad ending already with Esmerelda," she replied seriously, watching his reaction. The girl who lived for sinning read classic French lit? Why, yes, she did. Could she believe the Hunchback was real? Sure. It wasn't gullibility; Addie had the uncanny ability to suspend her disbelief when it came to shit like this. She was, after all, out clubbing with an angel.
"Really," she observed. High off sin. That was a new one, and one that did nothing for her. Shrugging, she set up a couple of lines for herself before she got out of the car. Parking was enough out of the way that no one'd notice. And,let's face it, it was a dirty habit. Most people stopped shoving crap up their nose at like 3. No reason to make it dirtier by doing it in a bathroom if she could do it just as well in the car.
Taking a moment to savor the rush when it came on, she got out of the car after Will, and grinned at the term of endearment. Made her feel like she was in a detective flick from the 30's. "Who says we have to choose one? But let's start with that one," she suggested, pointing to one that looked very much like a castle. Inside it was pretty modern, decorated in blood reds and black. The two enormous stone knights were the only hints of the exterior. Addie made her way to the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke.