““Thanks," I said to the waitress as she waved toward a table and shoved a small menu in my hands. "You will please to read the rules. English is on the behind," she said in a heavy French accent. "Rules? Oh, like the cover charge and stuff? Sure." I flipped' the menu over, and the sane world I so desperately clung to quickly took a nosedive. G & T IS A NEUTRAL GROUND. PLEASE FOLLOW THE RULES: 1. No summoning minions of any form, persuasion, or origin. 2. No wards are to be drawn within the club, either protective or otherwise. 3. Glamours are strictly prohibited. No exceptions will be allowed. 4. Patrons who squash imps will please scrape up the mess and deposit the remains in the imp bucket. BEINGS AND ENTITIES WHO DISREGARD THE RULES WILL BE SUMMARILY DEALT WITH BY THE VENEDIGER. "Ooookay," I said, wondering for the millionth time that day when life would return to my previously scheduled program. I glanced up at the waitress. She was clearly waiting for something. "Er... I agree?" That was evidently it, because she nodded and headed toward the bar.””
