~*~*~*~*~*

From their vantage point at the bar, Windwalker and JadedRogue could keep track of all the comings and goings at Twilight
but neither seemed to be paying much attention. Windwalker was drinking
something blue and flirting with the bartender. Jaded had turned her
‘Disturbed’ cap around backwards and was deeply engrossed in some kind
of bloody computer game.

“Watcha doin’?” A voice spoke up from behind Jaded, who jumped, looked
around, and didn’t see anyone, at least not anyone who looked like they
were talking to her. She resumed playing with a glint in her eye.

“Hey! I asked you a question!” The voice yelled again.

“Merde!” Jaded jumped again, spun around on her stool and confronted a
pale (pale *****, she was transparent) young thing hovering about three
feet off the floor. Sacre BLEU!” she screamed, her back hitting into
the bar as she grumbled about ghosts and made the sign of the cross.

Windwalker spilled her drink as she swept around to see what was distressing her companion.

“Is she hovering?” Jaded looked from the apparition to Windwalker and
back again, her small quick finger wagging at the apparition. “She is,
isn’t she? Is she allowed to do that? Hovering, is that legal in all 50
states? Do you have a license to do that?” The last question came out a
little whinier than she’d intended.

“I suppose she can. She appears to be.” Windwalker began, her head off to one side as if studying the ghosty fiend.

“Disembodied! That’s what I am!” she said mournfully and began to cry.
Tearlessly. A body is required for real tears but she did her best, her
shoulders bouncing up and down as best as they could.

Jaded squinted and looked a little closer, just to be sure it was who
she thought it was. Sarah Schuster! “Didn’t you put her back where she
belonged?” she crossed her arms and gave Windwalker a steely glance.

“Well, yes, I did. At least I thought so.”

Jaded moved to speak, then snapped her mouth shut, this was her doing again.

“HEY!” Sarah yelled, “Her is hovering right HERE!” Sarah pointed to the floor three feet below her.

“Then why didn’t she stay put? And DON’T blame it on me! I can’t be
held responsible for everything, y’know.” Jaded shot back, clearing her
throat and biting her lip.

“She DID put me back,” Sarah sniffled. “And once I got over the shock,
it was quite nice to have a body again. I was even getting to like
Marina and understanding that accent of hers.”

“What happened?” Jaded asked politely, her voice different now, deeper
and filled with more accent. Windwalker kept tilting her head left to
right, examining and taking in each movement.

“I don’t know! One minute I was all happy and cozy. The next minute.
WHAMMO! Jenny was all darkness and spookiness and I was out of body
again.” A whine from the floating soul.

“Oh,” Jaded rubbed her chin, “that’s too bad.” The last part coming out less remorseful than she’d intended.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” Sarah moaned. “Look at me!” she
waved her arms. “You can see right through me! It’s downright indecent.
No nice Jewish girl is transparent.” Her lips pursed to a pout.

“Yes,” Jaded grinned, reaching out with one finger, “I can see your
point!” She poked her finger in through Sarah’s navel and out the other
side, laughing hysterically.

“Jaded!” Windwalker yelled, wondering how a 31 year old could be so
innocent and childish, yet be a cold blooded killer without a blink of
her blue gray eyes. A contradiction in terms, the woman wore Looney
Toon Boxers.

“Hey!” Sarah yelled too. Then took a roundhouse swing at Jaded’s head.
She didn’t miss. But she didn’t connect either, just passed right
through her head like it was, well, empty.

“Woah!” Jaded almost fell off her barstool, getting a wickedly zingy
tingly feeling in her brain when she did that. Then a fresh fit of
giggles.

Sarah gave a loud wail and faded away, rather like a wisp of smoke.

Jaded gripped her head, falling away into a very decent British accent.
“Great! Now we’ve got our very own Moaning Myrtle, whatever are we to
do?”