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"Eh," Revan blushed, finishing his curry. "Right."

After throwing away the styrofoam box, his phone sounded two chords of the violin. Text alert from James. He read the text and closed his phone with a grin.

"Come on, then. Get yer trousers on. We get ta go to a club."

MacLeod opened a duffle bag beneath his hammock and pocketed various Dust crystals into his hoodie and leather jacket pockets. He picked up the car keys and his Dragan Trócaire.