"Better get this over with" he said to Goober who was absorbed in a game of online scrabble, perplexed with a palette of just vowels.
"See ya then" he answered without looking up from his screen.
"Cheerio" said Puck, choosing a scarf from the stand - London was so cold at this time of the year.
Within the hour he was face to face with the formidable fellow. The scar had gone from his forehead and his face, though younger, bore an uncanny resemblance to the Sheriff Marc.
Although fine featured his countenance was brutal - with a smile that lacked happiness. He wore an enormous diamond stud in each earlobe.
The two sat in the room alone. A tray with mineral water was between them. Mark picked up a glass to hand to Puck and casually spat in it. He held it out to him with a smile, as though nothing had happened.
"It was going to be one of those days” Puck thought to himself wearily.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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