Page 10 of Lucifer's Revenge
“What’s not to understand?” Starr asked sarcastically. “This guy wants to be made into a gargoyle. If you don’t like my design, then come up with your own design, just make damn sure it’s a gargoyle at the end.”
“Oh.”
“Now, before any of you agree to come on my team, there’s a few things you’re going to have to know.”
“What’s that?” This time, it was the professor who asked.
“Luc, my brother and president of the club said that there will be an NDA that will need to be signed. If you don’t sign it, you’re not allowed in. In no uncertain terms will you be allowed into their inter sanction of the club.” She looked around and nodded. “How many here have been to Hell’s Coffin, the bar?”
“That’s a biker bar,” someone said in shock.
“Yes, and the biker club members are the people we will be transforming with this makeup. As he mentioned earlier, Professor Tiggs will go out and talk with my brother tomorrow to see how they want to transform the actual bar into the space for the Halloween party. Oh, and if you’re on the make-up team, or the design set, the theme is basically black and red, especially with the design, and when I make Luc over into Lucifer, I will be using black and reds. I don’t expect you to make a wolf, a skeleton, a gargoyle, or anything else all black and red, but that’s the basic theme.” She looked around and nodded when she saw their shock.
“One last thing, if you are at the bar slash clubhouse talking with your subjects, or doing set designs, there may or may not be some club business discussed. That is the purpose of the NDA being signed, if it is revealed that any of their club business is aired, then you are at the mercy of the club. Neither I nor Professor Tiggs can help you. I have no clue what they would do to you outside of barring you from the bar, but that’s not on me. We are all adults here, and if you can’t keep your mouth shut about something that isn’t your own business, then have mercy on your soul.” She walked back to her seat and sat down, leaving it so silent that you could hear the second hand on the clock high up on the wall.
“Well then,” Professor Tiggs said as he rose and faced the class. “With that said, who would like to volunteer to be on Ms. King’s team of make-up artists? You don’t have to say anything now, but I have everyone’s name in my office, and who is doing what already. Give it until next week, and come to me personally to let me know if you want to be on the make-up fabrication, or the set design. As I said earlier, I will be meeting with Mr. King tomorrow, and I will have a better list of what he would like to see done. Now, let’s move onto today’s lesson. We’re going to be using everyday items that you find around your house totransform into head pieces for this week’s projects.” He got the lesson underway, and no one said a word about joining Starr’s team.
Chapter 6
“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked as Professor Gary Tiggs stepped up to the bar. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday, and there were at least fifty people already sitting at the bar, at the tables, or playing pool off to the side.
“Is Mr. King available?”
“Who?”
“Lucius King?”
“Oh, you mean Lucifer?”
“Yes. I have an appointment with him. I’m about twenty minutes early.”
“Sure, but what do you want to drink? I’ll get that for you, then go get him.”
“What do you have on tap?” He pointed to the levers, then gave his choice. When he received his beer, he liked that there wasn’t anything over a quarter of an inch of foam on top. He took a sip, and nodded. “Excellent.”
“Thanks, let me go get Lucifer for you.” The bartender left, and Gary sat down and looked around at the area. He looked at it with an eye on set design, and saw a lot of potential. The more he talked with Starr, and saw the drawings left on David’s computer, the more excited he became about getting the project off the ground.
“Here he is,” the bartender said as she had returned, and Gary looked around looking for the man in question. If he hadn’t seen Starr’s drawings of her brother he never would have recognized the man. His instant thought was this really was Lucifer rising from Hell. He snorted a laugh and shook his head.
“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I had a thought that you looked like Lucifer himself rising from Hell. Then I remember this was Hell’s Coffin, the bar, and that’s the name of yourclub. I’m Gary Tiggs, I’m your sister’s professor in the make-up fabrication class she is taking.”
“Oh, hey,” Luc said as he stuck his hand out and shook. He took the glass the bartender handed him and as it passed by Gary, he caught the smell of ginger ale.
“Sorry, I don’t drink while I’m on the clock. Let’s go back to my office.” He nodded as he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Gary to scramble after him. Gary also noted that Luc’s voice really was gravelly. He didn’t really look around as they wove through some areas, and when they entered a stark office, Gary took a seat and voiced his surprise.
“I thought you’d have more pictures on the wall.”
“Yeah, well, this office is new. I usually work up in the patch room,” he said with a quirked brow. “You, my sister, and no one else, I can’t stress that enough, but none of you will ever be allowed in that room. Or upstairs for that matter. Why you ask? Because it’s exactly as it says, you have to be a fully patched in member to enter the patch room. That’s where all club business is conducted. This office is where all bar business is conducted.”
“Ah, I got it, keeping the two separate.”
“Exactly. Now, I’m not one to beat around the bush here, I know why you’re here, you want to know what I have planned for our Halloween party, correct?”
“Correct. Did your sister tell your about having the fire marshal out here to get the exact number of occupancy you can hold? I don’t know what this place is like on any given night, but Halloween is on a Saturday this year. Can you tell me what exactly do you have planned?”
Luc nodded as he bent to the side, opened a drawer, and pulled out a file. “We’ve been wanting to expand on the bar for years. We finally have the town’s approval, and we will start building on Monday. Do you want me to show you the plans here, or walk and talk?”
“Walk and talk.”
