Wild Cards. Джордж Р. Р. Мартин

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      “Where’s my date?” Jade Blossom demanded, putting her palm up in front of Dr. Smith’s face as she looked over the crowd. “Let’s get on with this charade.”

      “Yes, her date,” Elaine called from the crowd. “Good idea!”

      “Cesar Chao,” said Dr. Smith, studying the crowd.

      Jade Blossom could feel the air moving from vents in the ballroom. Before she took advantage of it, she glanced through the crowd, searching for some hint of Cesar Chao. A joker girl stood out, with a human body the color of obsidian and four vestigial insect arms in addition to two human arms, plus iridescent wings. She had copper-colored dreads and antennae growing from her forehead. Wincing, Jade Blossom kept looking. She spotted someone with wheels instead of legs. Another girl stood out, a slender, very pretty six-footer with dark hair and noticeably large hands. Another guy was covered in peach fuzz and had bubbles rising from the top of his head. Off to one side, a solemn girl in a green T-shirt with a faded logo and worn black jeans watched Jade Blossom without speaking or holding a cell phone.

      This was not getting her anywhere. “Chao? Are you hiding, damn it?”

      As the crowd buzzed with low-level chatter, she lightened her density to that of the finest French silk. Then she jumped into a current of air from the vents and, moving her arms and expertly using the three-quarter sleeves of her gown, she drifted upward. With just the right shifting of her body, practiced throughout the years since her card had turned, she could stay aloft quite a while at this density as long as she found air currents. Now she floated over the crowd on the slight artificial breeze, with the long, four-slit skirt of her gown fluttering about her long legs.

      All the kids and the adult staff and chaperones in the room were watching her, many with mouths open. She knew she was giving the boys a thrill; any teen boys who made the effort could see she was braless and wearing only a thong for panties—and what teen boys wouldn’t make the effort?

      “Cesar Chao!” Jade Blossom called out again. “Where are you? Ya too chickenshit to show yourself?”

      Finally a couple of boys, grinning like idiots, pointed to one guy in the middle of the crowd. Somebody shoved him forward and he stumbled into an open space.

      She drifted over to him and carefully increased her density to land lightly, as the others in the crowd backed off. “So you’re my date for the evening?”

      He grinned, embarrassed, and looked down. “Uh, yeah.”

      Jade Blossom put her hands on her bony hips and assessed his appearance. He was about five feet nine inches tall, she gauged, making him eight inches shorter than her in the Jimmy Choo sandals. Free of typical teen skin problems, Cesar had black hair in an average haircut. He wore a blue golf shirt with khaki slacks and was a little soft—definitely no athlete. “I guess you’ll do,” she said.

      Cesar shrugged and gave an awkward smile.

      Hoots of laughter and shouts of encouragement rose up from adolescent male voices. The girls were giggling again.

      “Cesar, let’s go get acquainted somewhere,” said Jade Blossom.

      “Uh, sure.” Cesar grinned as someone jostled him forward, pushing from behind.

      “Come on, laughing boy.” Jade Blossom raised her density to aluminum in case anyone caused trouble and clutched Cesar’s arm. “Walk me out of here.”

      “Your hand’s like a rock.”

      “Aluminum, damn it. In fact, because we’re touching, you’re about to increase to the same density.” She glared at the kids, teachers, and staff in front of them until they parted to make way, again like fish aware of a shark.

      “I am? What’ll happen to me?”

      She ignored him. Dr. Smith stepped up in front of her. Two uniformed security guards, both young, beefy men, came with her. “Jade Blossom,” Dr. Smith said, “I’d like to have a word.”

      Jade Blossom stepped up close, in Dr. Smith’s personal space, and looked down at her. “I’m going to spend time with my date, just as we all agreed.”

      “Your behavior has raised some issues …”

      Jade Blossom planted her aluminum-hard hand on Dr. Smith’s forehead and shoved, sending her stumbling backward.

      The two security guards moved to block her way. One, with a brass nameplate reading J. CARNAHAN, reached out for her arm.

      Jade Blossom knew she was stepping off a metaphorical cliff, but she had never hesitated to do so before. She leaned forward as though she was going to say something privately. Then, just an inch away, she head-butted him in the face, not too hard, and he stepped back, his hand to his nose.

      “Oh, my, excuse me.” Jade Blossom gave him her big, fake smile. “I’m just so clumsy, silly me.”

      Blood oozed between Carnahan’s fingers. His face contorted with anger, he opened his mouth to speak.

      She leaned close and whispered, “You want to show off your bloody nose in front of all these kids? Just shut up and let it go.”

      He glared at her, uncertain.

      “All right, lady, let’s go.” The other security guard, whose nameplate said H. BERBELIA, reached for her arm.

      Before Jade Blossom could respond, Cesar pushed the much larger Berbelia. He barely had an effect, but in return, Berbelia shoved Cesar back two steps. “Out, kid.”

      Jade Blossom stabbed her aluminum-hard thumb into Berbelia’s solar plexus and spoke in a harsh whisper. “You’re pushing around a high school boy? Are you going to shove me? The featured guest at this event?”

      “Jade Blossom!” Dr. Smith called out. “I’m asking you to leave the premises for good. Cesar, come with me!”

      Jade Blossom pushed past Dr. Smith and Cesar hurried to keep up with her.

      “Jade Blossom!” Dr. Smith shouted. “This is unacceptable!”

      With her signature catwalk pout, Jade Blossom led Cesar out. “Let’s find a bar.” She reduced her density to normal.

      “I’m too young to drink.”

      “Then a restaurant where I can get a drink.” She slowed enough for him to come up alongside her and then took his arm. “Dude, lead the way.”

      “Uh, yeah.”

      Protesters out on the sidewalk shouted as they waved their signs: “Jokers no joke! Jokers no joke!”

      Members of the news media were asking them questions, snapping photos, and taking video. “There’s Jade Blossom again!” One guy swung his video camera toward her. A man wearing a sidearm eyed Jade Blossom closely and shouted, “Aces ain’t no joke, either!”

      She had passed them on her way inside but had taken no notice. “Cesar, who the hell are they?”

      “They’re СКАЧАТЬ