Something Immortal

13: Inadequacy is Evergreen Part Four

"Cicero, my man!"

"Go back to work, you bitches! What are you standing there for? Hey, my Strigoi friends! You guys are back. What took you guys so long? What, you don't do prostitutes anymore or what?"

"Aw! I'm touched. He waited for us, brother!"

All this dramatization was making Som puke, and he could only give a sideway glance as Marko put his arm around him and winked like he got an eye disease! Speaking of this theater act they were doing right now; the Strigoi brothers knew people inside this establishment. The person in front of them was called Cicero. He was one of the assistant managers of this place and has known the brothers. But except for their race, he doesn't know their real names or their real identities. Cicero only knew that Marko and Mica could pay handsomely.

To avoid exposing his identity, as no Druid should ever step in this place, he has to pretend as someone else. And so, they dressed him up in disguise—as a GIRL.

Som didn't think that this disguise could work. Firstly, he was too tall to be a girl. But he was convinced when he saw the workers in this premise were succubi and incubi, carefully groomed and selected, with impressive height and long legs. To add effect to his disguise, Mica put an ornament to his strawberry copper hair, giving a final touch of some random pretty girl the Strigoi brothers met somewhere. He was even wearing a female silk robe and a mask covering half of his face so they could only see his eyes.

"Who's this pretty, tall friend of yours?" Cicero asked, looking at Som from head to toe. "Is she a new girlfriend?"

"HAHAHAHAH!" Marko laughed so pretentiously, but either this man was deaf or was just ignoring it. "Just someone I'm seeing. She's here to play as well. So, please bring us your finest gems and charge it to our usual room."

Som tried to send him a warning glare when he heard this, but both brothers disregarded him as they were hauled to their "usual" room. Once the door was locked, Som quickly removed his mask and started shooting cannonballs at the two.

"What the hell, you two! You're going to let a bunch of succubi and incubi here?"

Mica explained, "Don't be stubborn! If we don't do that, Cicero will suspect something's off. By the way, don't call us by our real names here. They know us here as Victor and Vincent. No last name."

"Victor and Vincent?" Som just wanted this to be over by now. But given the present situation, it would be such a waste not to use this opportunity. Also, these idiots wouldn't let him go alone anyway. "Fine, how do we get close to the Dragon Prince?"

"Shhhh!" Mica scolded, then looked at Marko briefly. The latter was guarding the door and sending out hand signals to let them know the coast was clear. Mica turned to Som once again, "Unlike us, the Dragon Prince can pretty much do whatever he wants. His title alone holds bearings, so we must tread carefully and lightly."

Why was this shit suddenly sounding so virtuous? Som was agitated, "Okay, fine! What do we do now?" He was tired of this and just wanted to move forward before he regretted everything else.

"We'll send you there."

"How are we going to do that?"

"We stole a uniform earlier—"

"I'm not going to wear their clothing!"

"Shut up for a sec and listen," Mica calmed him down and added, "It's a waiter's uniform, okay? We also overheard that the Dragon Prince ordered for the drinks and food to be turned into their room every hour. Here, pin this to your clothes later."

Som didn't want to know how they overheard this since Strigoi has their own way of espionage. "What is this?" He gazed down instead at the smallest brooch he had seen in his entire life. It was like a gemstone in red.