The posh decadence of the hotel, along with its chilly air-conditioned halls was in startling contrast to the outside world. Lucas Martinez and I stepped out of the elegant interior of the hotel and onto the cobbled streets of the French Quarter and stood there idly taking in our new environment. The jazz band across the street belted out a raucous tune and the laughter and catcalls of the party-goers walking up and down the street created a buzz of excitement that saturated the whole crowd. There was no place like New Orleans. We were both now officially off-duty and standing in the middle of the French Quarter. It was strange. Made my skin itch under the surface. Having Friday night off was a new thing for me. Being on domestic soil on a Friday night was even more out of the ordinary. Hell, I wasn't used to being a civilian yet, so this new freedom felt odd and I didn't know quite what to do with it. Granted, I could easily entertain myself, I was pretty good at that, but it was still an odd feeling.
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