⁃ “What did she write?” Johnny asked, because now the other man - Domino - had mentioned it he needed to know the answer. Unfinished answers were too tempting and Johnny’s mind wouldn’t let him move on until it was resolved, like a kitten with a tapestry, he needed to get to the bottom of its before he could move on.
He wasn’t surprised when he was joined at the table. People were very forward, much more forward than where he came from, but then everyone where he came from knew that he’d spent the first thirty five or so years of his life as a dragon and not as a human and as such they were pretty wary of him. They liked him well enough, of course, but sometimes they were still wary of him.
“I don’t sing,” he said in answer to the question. “I like the fruity drinks.” He lifted his glass a little, the sunset-yellow cocktail half gone already. He knew it would take more than the four he’d had already to get him drunk, since he was a Mighty Dragon, and that was a good thing. After all, they tasted really nice and he’d hate to have to stop drinking.
Johnny eyed the hand for a moment before he stretched his own out over the table and gave Domino’s a firm shake.
“Not sure you could call me a fan just yet, you only sang one song. I’ve not heard you before.”