-Since it looked like he and Jessie were going to settle in New Orleans and since faces from the past were popping up all over town Milo decided to call in his Bishop. Tommy Gnosis, were-rat, musician, and friend. As the line rang in New York he waited for voicemail to pick up so that he could leave a message.-
"Tommy, roll off of Marina and pack your shit. Rodere's settling here in New Orleans so get your ass down here. Give Jessie's mom and that smoking hot neighbor of hers Simone a lick for me. See ya soon you adorable little bastard."
Jessica was in the shower when Milo was making his call to Tommy but that didn't mean she didn't hear his words.
"MILO! That's my mother you're talking about!" The screech, yeah it was a screech, came out laced with a mix of fury and laughter. Only Milo would say something like that and yeah, it might be true but you still didn't think about your mother that way!
Milo had asked Tommy to stay behind in New York while he and Otis checked out New Orleans. The reason being that someone should keep an eye on Jessie's mom. It was something that made Tommy roll his eyes, like Marina needed anyone to watch out with her, at times she was a damn sight more capable than Milo. Not that Tommy would be risking the smack in the head that comment would get him. In any event he had been fine with staying behind for awhile as the others got set up in New Orleans. He'd spent most of his life travelling from one place to the other and having a real home for once wasn't a bad thing.
When he got Milo's message, and heard Jessica's comment, he'd had to bite back a laugh. Then he played it for Marina and they both got a laugh out of it. They'd both known this time would eventually come. That he would have to go rejoin his King, but it was still sad to be leaving. She helped him pack his things and they spent a lot of time talking, with her advising him on the many things that had his mind troubled about 'meaning of life' type shit. New York had been an experience, one he would not trade for the world (even though he'd been nearly raped by Agnese, nearly kidnapped by Mimic, and his ass had been pinched within an inch of its life by Simone). He would miss this walk up in Brooklyn very much and hoped some day to return.
Saying their goodbyes on the porch he hugged Marina tightly, even giving Simone a small timid hug before picking up his guitar case and bag and letting his big black boots carry him towards the taxi. Piling into the back he looked out the side window and waved as they drove away, then he leaned back in the seat and wondered what lay ahead of him in New Orleans. Little did he know what lay directly ahead of him was a dominance challenge, an unexpected shift, and news of a dear friends death. If he had....well....he would have gone anyway.
