“There is some hope here in the upper part of Black Dragon.”
“Black Drake,” she corrected.
“Right. But, see? More black than green here, black equaling rented or ‘in use’.”
“Especially around Black Drake Square,” she offered, taking a better gander.
“Black Dragon,” I corrected in turn.
“Sure. So. You’re saying this is one of those neighborhoods that could work for further stories.”
“Well, we have Rock Ramby and partner Vain and Artery Boy in the neighborhood already. He goes by Gill Alex now, in honor of his red and blue splitness.”
“I get that,” she responded. “No one else will, but I get it.”
“Like the RR (in Wazob).”
“And then, let’s see, there’s the Red Umbrella of course, then Spunky’s, a local, popular eating and drinking joint.”
“Popular, local drinking and eating establishment,” she agrees.
“Then another gallery across the way from the Red Umbrella. And then, as we speak, there’s a dude over there who’s rented the place next door to it. And then, as soon as I rented the building for *our* gallery, someone almost immediately rented the building next door. See, Hucka Doobie? It’s infectious. Everything happens in clusters.”
“Like a gumball machine. The black is clustering together amongst the green. In Black.”
“And *then*, there’s Apple’s Orchard.”
A new Black Dragon record store with gunn(s).