Just Like Old Times

The Bombay Shitehawks

Song is "My Wild Irish Rose".

Lilly trotted Liath to Strawberry. She had to go find a "Micah Bell" who she couldn't recall, but for some reason, she felt a distaste for the man. Lilly was unsure as to why. She approached the jail but stopped when she saw a man's hands on the bars. That might be Mr. Bell. Lilly got off Liath and started walking.

"Let me outta here, you maggots!" he shouted. Lilly raised a brow and came into his line of sight. "Lilly? Lilly!"

Lilly crossed her arms. She didn't like the look of him. Not one bit. "Mr. Bell. Did ya have a splendid time with whatever it was ya did tah find yerself in jail?"

"Why are you talkin' so proper? You gonna get me outta here?"

Lilly leaned against the wall. "I am unsure."

"Real funny."

"Do I seem like the joking type, Mr. Bell?"

"Yes! You're the prankster, for cryin' out loud!"

Lilly blinked and looked at the other building. She raised her head as a memory came to her. "Oh yes. Hmm. Now I remember."

"What in the hell are you talkin' about, woman?"

Lilly suddenly glared at Micah. "Only Mr. Morgan can call me that!" she snapped. Lilly blinked a few times, questioning herself. "Why did I just say that?"

"Lilly! What is goin' on with you? Did you knock your head loose?"

"I lost me memory, Mr. Bell. I do not recollect very much."

"Oh." Suddenly Micah beamed at her. "We had a thing, you and I," he said.

"What?"

"We had a thing. You and me. Well, you had a thing with a lot of men, but-"

"Excuse me! What thing?"

"Your huntin' game. The flirtin'. Don't you remember?"

"...No. I am afraid I do not, Mr. Bell. Now, I came here tah get ya out but the more ya keep talking, the less inclined I am tah help ya. Now I will return in a few moments."

"I await your return, my pet!" he said with a smile.

Lilly scoffed and walked around the building to the door. "Eejit," she muttered.

How was she going to play this? She could shout. No. Too loud. Fight? No, she might not be quick enough for them not to raise an alarm. Pretend she was a relative? Ugh. The thought made her want to vomit. Suddenly the door opened and a man in a red jacket was standing in front of her.

"Oh, uh, can I help you, miss?" the man asked. Lilly panicked and started singing.

If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song

Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,

The man went black eyed and frozen. Lilly shut his eyes and walked in. There were two other men in the room.