I was no longer welcome at Club Lure.
The brawl between the Legion and Oakley’s douche-brigade might have made for top-notch clickbait but it had also given the nuns next door the exact excuse they’d been looking for to file a lawsuit. Father Jesse did his best to intercede but everybody knew it was a losing battle.
It wasn’t really my fault: the Sisters of Agony had been trying to shut down the club long before I arrived in town. If it hadn’t been my ruckus, it would have been someone else’s ruckus: really, it had always been a matter of time. I hadn’t thrown a single punch and I’d been gone long before the cops arrived but that didn’t matter to Melody who still held me Personally Responsible. She was salty about it for several days until she realized that the fact I wasn’t allowed to
