a vignette look at an old story updated.

The bar was one of those dark, plant-filled, atmospheric dives that strives for trendy and doesn’t quite make the grade. Ron leaned against the oak counter, pale beams of light falling in over his shoulder as the full moon rose outside. He lifted his glass in one elegant hand and chugged half its contents before turning to the smaller figure at his side.

It was time to move on. It was the third bar of the night-but she wasn’t here either. It had come down to this, chasing from one tawdry tavern to the next. It wasn’t like the old days….

“Another Saturday night in an endless procession of Saturday nights, eh, Robin?”

“Aye.” Robin started to hop up on the bar, and then remembered where they were. Times had changed a bit, though, hadn’t they? It wasn’t respectable to perch on the furniture.

“Where are the others?” Ron studied his reflection in the bar mirror, brushing a lock of silvery blond hair from his forehead and straightening the lapels of his silk shirt to better advantage.

“Gone a’hunting, like you said, Boss. Looking for Tania’s girls.”