Nervina looked sheepishly back at Puck - whose face was black as thunder - not literally of course but figuratively speaking. Puck reserved his tempers for only the most important of times and this he considered to be one of them.
He had nabbed Nervina outside a club that he and Forsythe would frequent on a Saturday night. In point of fact Forsythe owned this club amongst others - the Nine Tails - but had omitted to tell this to Nervina.
They stood outside near the entrance while drunken revellers pushed past them - one slinky youth stared amorously at Puck and then sauntered over to introduce himself daring to interrupt an already irate elf.
Puck pushed him aside and continued to shout abuse at Nervina - which no one could hear but themselves as the conversation was being managed with clairaudience.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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