When Friday evening rolled around, Nila came knocking at Frederica’s door in the middle of a fairly uneventful Akkraemyth session and invited Frederica out to the club. The big group project was finished and now Nila was in the mood to celebrate. The prospect of spending hours crawling through dungeons didn’t thrill Frederica as much as usual, so she threw on some nicer clothes and headed downtown with Nila.
The band on stage at Valhalla was playing something Nila described as “progressive symphonic avant-garde death metal”. Frederica wasn’t sure what that all meant but it was certainly a unique sound. The saxophone was a nice touch. An Asian woman with long dreadlocks roared into the mic.
“I’m so glad you came out tonight,” Nila said as they settled into a table with their drinks. “I was starting to feel like a fifth wheel with everyone all paired up.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re saving yourself for my sister,” Frederica said.
Nila rolled her eyes and said, “I’m never living that down, am I?”
“What’s to live down?” Frederica replied. “I’m looking forward to welcoming you to the family. I’ve already started planning the wedding. Only thing I haven’t decided is whether I’ll be your best man or hers.”
“That’s easy,” Nila said. “Just duplicate yourself and be both.”
“Shit, I never even thought of that,” Frederica said. “I think you might be even better at this whole ‘having superpowers’ thing than I am.”
Nila laughed, then gave Frederica a scrutinizing look.
“What?” Frederica said.
“You’re in a strange mood tonight,” Nila said.
“It’s been a strange week,” Frederica replied.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Nah,” Frederica said, shaking her head. “I’d rather just spend the evening getting drunk with my good friend and neighbor. If she’s up for it.”