I think I'm done playing bait for the rest of them.
Nathan frowned and shook his head. "I think I'll pass, even if it is just this one time." He sent Scott a look. "I don't want to be bait for whatever weird creatures are out there. It's not like I'm anything more than human. Do I even want to know what you two used me for bait before? Because I don't like how you said again..."
"You don't," Scott said, just as his sister was leaning in to tell him. "And with any luck, you'll never remember. I'm surprised that time didn't land you in the hospital."
"Speaking of hospitals," Enya chirped, scarfing down a dumpling. "There's definitely something there we need to check out. Whatever it is, it's something powerful enough that Scott fainted the last time we were there."
"Hey! I did not faint! I just got a little dizzy!"
Enya rolled her eyes, lifting her hands to quickly sign, "Dizzy enough to fall over and have nurses rush in." Nathan tried not to laugh.
"So maybe after lunch, we can stop by?" the writer suggested. "I mean, it's not like I have anything to do until my vacation time is up. I'm dying to do something more interesting than sitting around the apartment all day."
"Please don't mention dying," Scott mumbled, rubbing his temples. "You've come close to that already."
Nathan didn't get a chance to question him as Enya quickly changed the subject, trying to lighten the mood by mentioning the upcoming holidays. She was in VUMC's adult choir, and the resident sign language interpreter. With Christmas coming up, she was pulling double duty learning songs, translating them into hand motions she could make in time with the music. "It was something I saw once when I was kid," she explained, helping him clear the table of the lunch dishes. "There was this group that came to our school called Dancing Hands, and I was hooked the instant I saw it. They would sign popular songs as part of the choreography for their dance routines, and I found it beautiful and amazing. I started taking sign after that, hoping to someday join the group one I got older. I found out they had disbanded by the time I graduated, so I decided I would work it into the schtick of the band I was forming. That's why I sign all our songs."
"Even the covers," Scott added. "Which personally I prefer. No offense, En, but you're no songwriter."
She snorted. "No shit. We've only had what? Two original songs? I gave up on that a long time ago. Roxy writes some good tunes, but she's no lyricist. Susan says she'd like to try, but she hasn't brought anything to rehearsals yet."
"Susan made it?" Nathan stopped when the twins looked at him curiously, then cringed. He'd forgotten about the reset. "Eh, memory or imagination: I thought Susan had auditioned for a spot in Enya's band. She'd been trying out for back-up singer."
"She's been in the band from the start," Enya told him, smiling a little. "We haven't had any auditions lately, though we did acquire a new bassist after Roxy moved out of state. Rita might be Greed incarnate, but she plays a mean guitar."
"She's actually Avarice," Scott clarified for him, not knowing he already knew. "But her money-loving does have it's benefits. Got the band their gig at the Halloween fundraiser and helped raise a ton of the profits for that event. Though she was really bummed when she realized we weren't keeping that money."
"Ally, our drummer, made it up to her by surprising her with a new bass guitar," Enya continued. "Which she'd been given as a gift from her well-meaning but completely clueless parents. Rita didn't care: it was shiny and expensive, and that's all that mattered to her."
Nathan had to smile at that. Somehow, he wasn't surprised at all that Rita had managed to find a place in Virtue where she wasn't a nuisance. He wondered if that was Alton's way of making it up to her, for cutting her run so short, as she had accused him of. "I'm guessing that's why she's a green threat?"
Scott nodded. "She hasn't hurt anyone since we dealt with her in her true form, which is pretty fucking disgusting, I might add. She joined the band as part of a truce: we let her have fun and get away with petty greediness here and there, and in exchange for her good behavior, we don't threaten to dunk her in an industrial deep fryer again."
The writer winced, easily able to imagine that. "Please, no more details. Avarice's punishment in Hell. I get it."
"Really?" the twins asked in unison, before Enya added, "We just used what was available. We were in the back of a restaurant when we fought her. Hell, we even thought she was Gluttony at first."
"She did," Scott corrected. "The whole Midas touch thing was a bit of a giveaway to me."
"And the only reason she's still technically a threat." Enya wrinkled her nose at her brother. "She can still do that, but so far, she hasn't killed anyone with that power."
"On a random note, speaking of Enya's band..." Scott slid Nathan a smirk. "Do you remember what their name is? Just curious, since you seem to be remembering weird, minor things here and there."
Sure, I remember the name. They called themselves Bytch... but I wonder if that's changed too. Hmm, maybe I should just guess something else and see what happens...