[b]Marcus – Garden District, Baton Rouge – Aubrey[/b]

Though a frightened, young woman encroached upon his peripheral vision and his wonderful moment under the sun, Marcus initially payed her no heed. He was quite aware that his waltz with this rotting, corporeal memory would possibly be construed as maladroit by polite company, but he was enjoying himself far too much to care. The girl had not proven worthy of his undivided attention yet, although he was intrigued.

“Good afternoon.” he said pleasantly without taking his eyes off his partner.

He twirled her around and smoothly transitioned into a dip so that the woman's gaping maw hung wide open in the newcomer's direction, her slick tongue lolling around erratically in the remnants of her mouth. 

“How do you do?”