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Top 10 Luxury Properties in Mumbai

Mumbai, often referred to as the “city of dreams” is filled with glitz, glamor, and sweat. A city with a vast history, a constant hustle-bustle, and an amalgamation of different cultures. Known as the “economic capital of India” the city is also a hub of business, Bollywood, and education.

When we hear or read about finding Luxury properties in Mumbai, the localities that cross our minds is Juhu. Famous for being home to many celebrities, it is one of the most posh localities and a hub of luxurious properties. Talking about some other High-end real estate in Mumbai there are many posh areas such as Cuffe Parade, Bandra, and BKC are renowned for their luxurious residences, each with its unique charm and allure.

Here are the top 10 luxury properties in Mumbai:-

1. Walkeshwar:  A luxurious 4 BHK apartment with a substantially large carpet area of 2200 square feet located in the posh locality of south Mumbai Walkeshwar, situated on the lines of the Evergreen Marine Drivein a boutique building with only 18 families. A very private exclusive apartment is one of the top Luxury Properties in Mumbai

2. Juhu:  A high-rise flat premium 4 BHK apartment (14th floor) with a notable area of 2375 sq. ft and 3 car parking located in the celebrity abode of the city Juhu. The apartment also has stunning city and sea views. This property is one of the Prestigious properties in Mumbai

3. Cuffe Parade:  A perfect blend of luxury, comfort, and mesmerizing views a high rise with sea-view a 4-bedroom apartment with a sizable 2100 sq. ft carpet area in Cuffe Parade located in the south of Mumbai. The property offers parking as well as an open garage for your convenience. The property is a part of High-end real estate in Mumbai.

4. Walkeshwar:  A lavish 6-bedroom Duplex penthouse with a spacious 4778 sq. ft area and convenience of six-car parking located in the posh locality of south Mumbai Walkeshwar, It also comprises a large garden, swimming pool, and a well-equipped gym.

5. Breach Candy:  A dazzling three-bedroom flat is as of now accessible for sale within the prestigious Breach Candy area. With a generous carpet area of 2200 square feet, this flat offers a lavish and comfortable living space. This is one of the most rightly priced Luxury properties in Mumbai.

6. Colaba: An extravagant 4-room flat is the epitome of style and advancement, situated on a better floor (over 15) with staggering ocean views that will take your breath away. The location is exceedingly alluring, settled within the heart of Colaba and near the famous Sassoon Docks. The property also offers three podium car parking spaces.

7. Juhu:  One of the most Prestigious properties in Mumbai situated in Juhu, a sea-facing ultra-lavish and totally a “Vaastu’’ Compliant “Duplex” with Sea facing balconies, Swimming Pool, and walkway. The property is built over a humongous 10000 sq. ft area and 6 parking spaces.

8. Juhu-Versova:  A luxurious Sea-facing 4-bedroom apartment located on the Juhu-Versova Link road offers stunning sea views that will surely take your breath away. The flat is found on a higher floor, above the 18th, which guarantees continuous and uninterrupted views of the Ocean. With a whopping 2850 sq. ft. of usable carpet area, this flat is spacious and can oblige an extended family comfortably.

9. Prabhadevi:  One of the Luxury Properties in Mumbai is up for sale in Prabhadevi. Traversing 3500 square feet, this prestigious home offers rich living. It is located in a sought-after zone with staggering city views. The flat displays state-of-the-art amenities, a gourmet kitchen, and four wonderful bedrooms. The building moreover offers a gym, swimming pool, and a picturesque garden.

10. Andheri (W):  This is a luxurious and spacious 4 BHK apartment located in Andheri West with a size of 2871 sq. ft and a servant room. The apartment is located on a high floor and has beautiful views of the sea and city. The property offers spacious living spaces and is known for its exceptional amenities, including a swimming pool, gym, private elevator, and squash court. Many celebrities choose to live in this building, adding to its uniqueness

Conclusion :

If you are looking for more such Luxury properties in Mumbai, or are interested in any of the luxurious properties listed above visit the website of Narains Luxury Properties India one of the top real estate agents in India.

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Greaserish: A gender that is, itself, am Outsiders-style greaser (think underdogs, not Grease-style “cool guys”). This gender is related leather jackets, drive-in movie theaters, movie tickets, switchblades, pocketknives, dark jeans, and white t-shirts. It switches between being MAIN, MIN, NONBIN, and any combination of them.

The name is a combination of the word greaser and the suffix ish, for genders that are certain things

The inner stripes and their placement are inspired by my Outsidersic flag, since this gender’s personality is inspired by that movie, and the outer stripes are inspired by a combination of leather jackets, hair grease, and dark hair. All of the stripes are greyed out since I felt like they fit the vibe.

I’m honestly considering doing another version of this that’s also related to certain colors and maybe some other stuff like jean shirts with the sleeves ripped off, but we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.

Suggested pronouns🔽🔽🔽

Bla/Blade/Blade/Blades/Bladeself

Bla/Blade/Blades/Blades/Bladeself

Blade/Blade/Blade/Blades/Bladeself

Blay/Blade/Blade/Blades/Bladeself

Blay/Blade/Blades/Blades/Bladeself

Dri/Drivein/Drivein/Driveins/Driveinself

Dri/Drivein/Driveins/Driveins/Driveinself

Drive/Drivein/Drivein/Driveins/Driveinself

Drive/Drivein/Driveins/Driveins/Driveinself

Drivein/Drivein/Driveins/Driveins/Driveinself

Dry/Drivein/Drivein/Driveins/Driveinself

Dry/Drivein/Driveins/Driveins/Driveinself

E/Im/Is/Is/Imself

Gre/Greaser/Greaser/Greasers/Greaserself

Grea/Greaser/Greaser/Greasers/Greaserself

Greas/Greaser/Greaser/Greasers/Greaserself

Grease/Greaser/Greaser/Greasers/Greaserself

Greaser/Greaser/Greaser/Greasers/Greaserself

Greaser/Greaser/Greasers/Greasers/Greaserself

He/Him/His/His/Himself

Hey/Hem/Heir/Heirs/Hemself

Ja/Jacket/Jacket/Jackets/Jacketself

Ja/Jacket/Jackets/Jackets/Jacketself

Jac/Jacket/Jacket/Jackets/Jacketself

Jac/Jacket/Jackets/Jackets/Jacketself

Jack/Jacket/Jacket/Jackets/Jacketself

Jack/Jacket/Jackets/Jackets/Jacketself

Jacket/Jacket/Jackets/Jackets/Jacketself

Jay/Jacket/Jacket/Jackets/Jacketself

Jay/Jacket/Jackets/Jackets/Jacketself

Je/Jean/Jean/Jeans/Jeanself

Je/Jean/Jeans/Jeans/Jeanself

Jea/Jean/Jean/Jeans/Jeanself

Jea/Jean/Jeans/Jeans/Jeanself

Jean/Jean/Jeans/Jeans/Jeanself

Kni/Knife/Knife/Knives/Knifeself

Kni/Knife/Knives/Knives/Knifeself

Knie/Knife/Knife/Knives/Knifeself

Knie/Knife/Knives/Knives/Knifeself

Knife/Knife/Knives/Knives/Knifeself

Kny/Knife/Knife/Knives/Knifeself

Kny/Knife/Knives/Knives/Knifeself

Le/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Lea/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leath/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leathe/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leather/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leahterself

Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leathers/Leatherself

Pock/Knife/Pocket/Knives/Knifeself

Pock/Knife/Pocket/Knives/Pocketknifeself

Pock/Knife/Pocket/Knives/Pocketself

Pock/Knife/Pockets/Knives/Knifeself

Pock/Knife/Pockets/Knives/Pocketknifeself

Pock/Knife/Pockets/Knives/Pocketself

Pocket/Knife/Pockets/Knives/Knifeself

Pocket/Knife/Pockets/Knives/Pocketknifeself

Pocket/Knife/Pockets/Knives/Pocketself

Shir/Shirt/Shirt/Shirts/Shirtself

Shir/Shirt/Shirts/Shirts/Shirtself

Shirt/Shirt/Shirts/Shirts/Shirtself

Swi/Blade/Switch/Blade/Bladeself

Swi/Blade/Switch/Blade/Switchbladeself

Swi/Blade/Switch/Blade/Switchself

Swi/Blade/Switches/Blade/Bladeself

Swi/Blade/Switches/Blade/Switchbladeself

Swi/Blade/Switches/Blade/Switchself

Swit/Blade/Switches/Blade/Bladeself

Swit/Blade/Switches/Blade/Switchbladeself

Swit/Blade/Switches/Blade/Switchself

Switch/Blade/Switches/Blade/Bladeself

Switch/Blade/Switches/Blade/Switchbladeself

Switch/Blade/Switches/Blade/Switchself

The/Theater/Theater/Theaters/Theaterself

Thea/Theater/Theater/Theaters/Theaterself

Theat/Theater/Theater/Theaters/Theaterself

Theater/Theater/Theater/Theaters/Theaterself

Theater/Theater/Theaters/Theaters/Theaterself

They/Them/Their/Theirs/Themself

Ti/Ticket/Ticket/Tickets/Ticketself

Ti/Ticket/Tickets/Tickets/Ticketself

Tick/Ticket/Ticket/Tickets/Ticketself

Tick/Ticket/Tickets/Tickets/Ticketself

Ticket/Ticket/Tickets/Tickets/Ticketself

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3_43 Wheels and Collars

The sound of some small, delicate thing clattering to the floor awakens him.  He thinks.  He can’t remember quite what it was he was dreaming, but he still smells soot and his head is killing him.  A portion of this is soon explained, when a washer bounces off the side of his brow.

“Ooh,” Arthur groaned.  He sat up a margin.  “Galy?  C’mon.”  He can hear the distinct squeaking of the wheels turning, though not far enough away from his head.  He would need to oil those.  The whining noise became intolerable, and Galahad was at Arthur’s face nudging the side of his cheek hard.  Arthur has no choice but to curl a hand around Galahad and drag the hamster to the side of his shoulder, where he pins the mismatch of metal and puff.  “Not wake time yet.”  However, Arthur doesn’t close his eyes, but sits pinned to his work desk staring at the wall near him.

Dozens of hand drawn schematics are tacked to the pin board, lines choreographed in blues or reds, sometimes orange.  Among the pictures are the printed copies of numerous prosthetics in varying degrees of complexity and style.  Arthur sighs.  He ignores the squirming hamster struggling in his fingers.  Galahad nips hard, but his metal fingers don’t feel but a slight vibration.

“You asked for it,” Arthur muttered.  At that comment, Galahad gives a little huff and settles down.  Arthur rubs his finger over the hamsters head as he muses, his shoulder quivers but he manages to lessen the shakes as he sits and waits.  He had an idea of what he was dreaming, but that understanding does nothing to satisfy his unsettled nerves.  It wasn’t good that’s all he knew, and he didn’t need to find why his subconscious insisted on hiding it.

A heavy rapping bounces from the metal frame, and Uncle Lance tilts his head in through the open door.  “Arthur.  Y’mind?”

Arthur leaned back in his chair and spun to the doorway, he mutely nodded to Lance.  “I got up a while ago,” he murmured.  He knew what Lance’s first question would be, it was almost impulsive, and Lance shut his mouth the moment he began to speak.

“Aight.  I came up to let you know your friends are here,” Lance harrumphed.  He flung a thumb back over his shoulder as he stood in the doorway.  “You get the day off to get the van squared off.”

Arthur was rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.  His fingers were stained with traces of grease, and Galahad had the same yuck on his paws – little hamster paw prints covered the oldest layers of grim and paint.  “They’re kinda early.  What time is it?”  A sharp pang bolts through Arthur’s spine, and he lurches back in his seat.  “Wait!  Who’s all here?”

Seemingly unperturbed, Lance stared at Arthur.  A bolt was jarred on the work table, when Arthur bumped the desks underside with his knee.  Lance watched the bolt make its long journey to the desks edge and fall, the sound of it hitting the floor clashed in the absolute silence of the room.  “Y’know?  Vivi and that… er, he gets snarly if you call him mutt.  They’re here.  They’n all who you expectin’?”  Lance followed the bolts progress across the floor, amongst a collection of bits and pieces left scattered about from Arthur’s multitude of personal ‘projects.’

Arthur stood up, he tried to slow down. “I dunno, I dunno,” he mumbled.  He had to set Galahad down and brace his arm to the sturdy table.  “I thought she— can I bother you to let’er know I’ll be down?”

“Yeah,” Lance grumbled.  “She said take your time.  You should listen to her more.  Can I get ya somethin’ in the mean?  Coffee, a pizza pocket?”  Lance stepped into the room and idly picked up a misplaced wrench that lay on the floor near Arthur’s couch.  He gave the room a mild scan as he revolved in place, before looking back to Arthur.  “Maybe a broom?”

Arthur wheezed out a laugh.  “No, Uncle.  Some coffee would hit the spot.”  He lost his smirk when Lance gestured to him with a finger, and fearing the worse Arthur shuffled over to Lance.

“Have you been smokin’?” Lance mumbled, voice low and gruff.

“No!”  Arthur whipped around.  Did Galahad growl?  “No, I’m not!”

“Well,” Lance says, with a light shrug.  “You smell like smoke.  I didn’t wanna bring it up yesterday, give the wrong impression or get Vivi involved – not over this, but you’re supposed to quit.  Remember?  I’m not tryin’ to pressure you.”  A scratchy voice cut through the communicator on Lance’s belt.  He plucked the device from his side and clicked it, the noise ended abruptly.  Lance gave it a slight scowl before he moved to reattach it.

“I tell you, I’m not,” Arthur insisted.  He took the travel bag from the couch and began going through it.  He needed a clean shirt, the least wrinkly.  He slowed in sifting through his assortment of clothing, all mashed together.  “Honestly though, I did turn back to it.”  The shirts were tossed out flat onto the couches back, he needed to have them out and look at them under the light.  “I did.  But I’m working on it, and my last pack was a week ago, no, way longer.”  He tensed when a heavy hand fell on his back.  His first instinct was to cringe away, though he knew it was Lance.  Arthur gave his head a shake and peered over his shoulder.

“I’m proud of you,” Lance said.  He had this manner of speaking that felt tense, but it was warm and heartfelt.  It was the kind of persona people didn’t expect, but it meant the world to Arthur.  “I’m proud you felt comfortable in sharin’ with me, and you’re tellin’ me you’re not done yet.  Your health comes first, but I get you gotta move at your own pace.”

Arthur nodded.  He tucked his metal arm closer to his side and gripped the wrist band.  “Thanks.  I… isn’t Vivi waiting for me?”

Lance sniffed.  “Probably.  What d’I know?  I saw her drivein’ up, and I came over to see if you’re up.”  He lowered his arms and motioned the walkie-talkie on his (pro wrestler) belt.  “In fact, that might’ve been one of the guys callin’ for me.”  Arthur shrugged off his vest and grabbed for one of the better shirts.

“I kind of doubt that.”

Lance paused before the door.  “What’s’at?”

“Nothing!  Nothing!”  Arthur burbled.  “Galahad, go with Lance!  Let’er know I’m getting ready.  Please!”  Arthur scrambled around the room seeking pants.  While he was at it, he tossed some of the tools scattered from the day before, back onto the couch.

The lower floor of Kingsman Mechanics had a shower station in the back, installed primarily for standard safety requirements.  Arthur was usually the one that used the showers; more often than he used his shower at home.  Blearily, he wondered when was the last time he left the shop?

It didn’t take Arthur long to get freshened up, and head out to meet his group.  He was a little apprehensive as he trekked from the garages back to the front shutters.  Likewise, he was a little surprised when he stepped out into the late noon of the day, to find only Vivi and Mystery waiting.  “That’s right,” Arthur chided himself.  He was all worked up for nothing.

A few vehicles were parked in front of the garage, and some of the repair crew wandered outside doing routine paper work before moving the car and trucks into the open slots of the garage.  It was a relatively quiet, overcast day with a chilly breeze.  The road that ran alongside Kingsman’s was placid, maybe due to the construction work going on up the road that had half the lane shut down.

As Arthur exited the garage, a bright and gleeful bark greeted him.  Mystery nearly plowed into his shins at full speed.  “Whoa there, bud!” Arthur swooped down and grabbed Mystery around his shoulders, and he nearly fell over with the excited pooch as he barked up a storm.  “Twelve hours tops.  You can handle twelve hours, huh?”

“I get this distinct impression he missed you,” Vivi proclaimed.  She stepped away from the open driver side door of the van, but not before excusing herself from whoever was inside.  “That, and he was pretty worried.  You didn’t go home with Lance last night.”  It was a statement, and Vivi’s eyes squinted behind her glasses.  “How’d you do?”

Arthur rubbed Mystery’s shoulders with his palm and stared, a little too long, at Vivi with suspicion.  “I got a little busy with that dampener equipment.  You know, so we won’t be busting our wallets on a surplus of batteries.”  He frowned.  “At least, that’s the idea.  Actually, maybe some simple wards would work.”  Vivi laughed.

“I hope you didn’t build some sort of elaborate contraption, only to come up with that solution in the moment.”  Vivi shifted her hands behind her back.  “Is that all you worked on?”

The van creaked on its wheel wells, as its occupant moved around.  Lance’s heavy boots hit the cement, and he ducked back behind the vans back doors.  “You two might think about going on ahead,” Lance called.  “Your appointment for the body shop is set for four, so don’t keep them waiting.”

“Ooh, thanks Uncle Lance,” Vivi chirped.  “We have plenty of time.  Artie, you ready?”  Vivi pulled up the tassel end of her sweater, and wrapped it around the flashlight she carried.  She smirked and shrugged Arthur’s way.

“Yep,” Arthur muttered.  He dithers to rise, when a little orange ball came racing his way from under the van.  Galahad rammed at Arthur’s knees and whined.  “Galy, you should—” Arthur stopped, and heaved a breathy sigh.  “Never mind.  You can come, but behave yourself.  We’re not having a fiasco like at the petshop.”  Arthur scooped the hamster up in hand, and motioned Mystery toward Vivi.  When Arthur reached the door open door, he was met by Lance.  Something about Lance seemed edgy, and Arthur half expected his uncle to ask him to wait or stay behind.  Instead, Lance looked Arthur in the eye and frowned.

“You take care of yourself,” Lance said.  He gripped the bundle of tattered ceiling liner in his hands tighter, as if trying to wring out the soot.  “And for criminy sakes, get yourself some good food.”  Lance didn’t stick around.  He marched by Arthur and back into the open doors of the garage and its symphony of pumps, embers, and cranking wrenches.

Vivi leaned up out of the driver side door and waveed at Lance’s retreating back.  “I’ll look after him, Uncle Lance!”  She swung back inside the van, and sprang into the back.  She began hissing, and puffing erratically.  “Ow.  Hot-hot.”  A weighty clunk echoed from the vans back.  “Sorry Lew.”

“Nudge over some, Misty.” Arthur scooted in beside the dog, his arm deposited the orange puff on the seat between them.  “Make room for Galy.  And no fighting.”  He pressed his finger to Mystery’s nose, before Mystery could shuffle over into Galahad’s space.  “What is our first stop, madam?  And where are those keys?”

The first stop was the Tome Tomb.  Arthur guided the van into one of the parking lots that dotted every cluster of blocks up and down the road, and found an open slot to park.  He twisted the key out of the ignition, and leaned back with a yawn escaping.

“It’s so warm and pleasant sitting in the sun,” Arthur mentioned.  “It’d be stellar to just nap, y’know?  Sleep the winter away.”  He set a hand down on the fluff pile that was Galahad, nestled beside his thigh.  “I’m juz digging thinking about being home for a bit.”

With backpack in hand, Vivi slid squeezed down beside Mystery in the passenger seat.  She tugged on the door handle.  “I know what you mean, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have work to do.”  Vivi pulled a pen and small notepad from her bag, and began writing.  “How long d’you think it’ll take them to get the van repainted?”

Arthur sniffled.  “Well.  They have to prime it, which doesn’t take long, but it has to dry first.”  He winced a bit, and shook his head.  “The whole time slot will be about three weeks, for a vehicle like the van.  Yeesh.”

“And the price?” Vivi inquired.  She frowned, and stuck the pen tip between her lips.

Arthur leaned over and stole the pen.  “Can I borrow that notepad?  What’re writing on it?”  Vivi didn’t protest, she handed the notepad over.  Arthur set it on his lap and began writing.

Lewis popped up over the passenger head rest.  “Vi, my shades?  Did you pick them up?”  The radio garbled static briefly, the sound of it fading before Arthur reached over to fumble at the nobs.

“Here,” Vivi hummed.  She dug around in her backpack quickly, before leaning over and poking through the cup holders.  She plucked up one pair of sunglasses and a walkie-talkie and handed them back.  “This won’t take us long, and Art, please-please get yourself something to eat.”  She checked the notepad when Arthur handed it back, and grimaced.  “Ah, heh.  On that subject, can you boys pick us up something, too?”  She slide out of the van, Mystery followed.

“I think we can manage that,” Lewis replied.  He slipped on the sunglasses, and leaned over to check his reflection in the rear view mirror.  He taps the mirror a few times, and waves a hand in front of it.  Discreetly, Arthur scoots aside.  “Any requests?”

“Leave it up to Artie,” Vivi says.  “I’m not picky.”  Mystery yapped.  He was already walking away.  “I’ll get in touch when I’m done.”  She waves the communicator she claimed, before she hurried off after the hound, and down the streets sidewalk.

Arthur huffed and leaned a little more on the driver side door.  “She’s treating me like a child.”

Lewis slipped over the bench seat, his eyes flash behind the shades.  “You don’t provide evidence to indicate otherwise,” he muttered.  “C’mon, you get picks.  When was the last time you ate, anyway?”

Arthur rotated his shoulders, and pulled at the door handle.  “I probably munched something late last night.”  He didn’t remember munching anything any time last night.  The hot pocket his uncle had given him, that had been pretty good.  Not as good as a real pizza, but whatever.

“You brought your hamster?” Lewis uttered.  He shut the vans doors and went around double checking.  Arthur had stayed standing where he was, watching the road and holding a hand cupped around Galahad’s wheels.  “Isn’t it kind of dangerous to travel with the lil guy?  Especially with… He’s kind of big for a pocket.”

Arthur snickered.  “He’ll be fine.  He’s tougher than he looks.  But thank you, thank you for your concern.”

There wasn’t anything that could be done with the hamster.  Lewis reasoned that this was something Arthur did, he couldn’t be certain.  Galahad didn’t seem too upset by his change of environment, he simply looked content to be with Arthur.

The bell of the shop twittered its faint harmony as Vivi pushed the door open.  She paused, giving Mystery the time to enter, and stepped in behind her faithful companion.  The Tome Tomb was as she left it before, if not a little chiller come the winter months, and a little darker; if possible with the windows filled with scripture and charms.  Mystery’s footfalls paced gently beside hers; the hound kept close, his sharp ears aimed forward.  From the ceiling dangled glittery talismans of protection, carved from bone and rock, each piece unique.

“Hello,” Vivi called.  “Chloe?  New guy?”  She never got the last guys name.  “Duet?”

A figure poked its head through a beaded veil, causing the trademark clatter of beads to ring out.  Vivi lurched back, knocking her legs against Mystery’s shoulders.

“Jeez and crepes,” Vivi snapped.  “Why do you do that?”

Duet, arms loaded with books and ratty magazines, approached the front counter.  “I thought you liked the creepy, and spooky atmosphere.”  The stack of merchandise thumped onto the surface of the glass counter.  “I have wares if you have fares.”

Vivi took another breath.  “Very funny.  I didn’t peg you as one that plays video games.”  She glanced down, as Mystery padded away to give the shop his cursory examination.

“I don’t,” Duet went on, smile falling.  “But Chloe does, and she has frequented the store since the new help outlived his usefulness.”  Vivi took a step back, a thin gasp wisped between her lips.  Duet’s deep frown evaporated, and a smile splint the face.  “Oh, no.  Not like that.  The demanding work schedule was interfering with his grades, so he had to resign from us.  He’ll be back come summer, I assure you.  Now.”  Duet gave the air an audible sniff.  “Vivi!  You practically radiate a vibrant spirit flame.  Interesting case?”

“Cases,” Vivi said, and emphasized the Ss.  “We were on a roll, boss.  That’s kind of a portion of the reason why I came in early.”  She pulled her backpack off and set it on the counter.

“Ooh,” Duet hummed.  The figure stepped forward, arms folded on the counter top, and leaned beside Vivi’s backpack.  “Tell me your dark secrets then.”  The shop darkened by degrees, and the bright grin in the face was contrasted by rich shadows setting into the contours of Duet’s face.  Duet’s eyes gleamed unnaturally.

Vivi surveyed the shops interior mildly.  “I wouldn’t call them dark.”

Light floods the shop, and Duet dropped the once intimidating gaze.  “Oh.”

“I’d like to buy one of my books back from you,” Vivi went on.  She slipped the laptop out of the bag, then headed around the opening in the countertop.  “And I need to use the printer, if that’s cool?”  She disappeared through the beaded veil and hastened to the stores back.

“Sure, knock yourself out.”  Duet looked down as Mystery made his way back to the countertop.  Mystery stopped and stared up at Duet, and Duet gazed back into the hound’s crimson eyes.  “How are you this evening, Mystery?  Keeping Vivi out of harm, hmm?”

Mystery chuckled, unlike a dog, and grinned back.

“‘I don’t have pockets.’  What sort of an excuse is that?” Arthur muttered. He climbed the duel steps to the top of the restaurants patio roof, he and Lewis walked side by side with Lewis carrying the cartoons with white paper bags.  “Tell me to order whatever, then make me pay.”

Lewis passed under the arch and scanned over the open patio.  It was gray brick from the floor to the wall that encircled the numerous tables and chairs, with wide awnings stretched partway over the expanse.  Aside from a few clusters of customers, it was empty.  “I kind of misplaced my last coat.”

That comment shut Arthur up.  He rubbed his fingers up under the fur in Galahad’s chin.  “It, well, it did find a good home.  If that’s any consolation.”  He began walking across the floor.  Lewis made his way towards a corner table, under a potted tree shrub.  Lewis pulled out a bag of food and the drink, and set them before Arthur.  Lewis paused, before opening the paper bag.

“Can you manage this on your own?” he murmured.  “With the hamster and…  Galahad won’t run off?”

Arthur set Galahad on the table beside his bag.  With one hand Arthur brought forth his toasted sandwich and chips, and folded out the bag to set his lunch on.  “He knows better.  Galy, you wanna chip?”  Arthur held the chip over to the hamster.

Lewis took his seat, and settled to watch the birds plodding around the empty seats and tables hunting for tidbits and handouts.  “Was Dimitri really okay?  I know, you said the kids made a one-hundred percent recovery, but what about Dimitri?”

Arthur picked a piece of crust from his bread and gave it to Galahad.  “He was shook up.  What else is there to say?”  He took a bite from his sandwich and set it back to the paper wrapper.  “I wasn’t there, anyway.  Vi talked to him about it.  Mostly, it seemed he was upset he yelled at you.  So there.”  He had to shoo Galahad from his chips, the hamster wanted to nest in them.  A sudden thought caused Arthur’s hand to twitch, and he debated on relinquishing his chips to the hamster.  “Weren’t you… sort of there?”  Arthur wanted to try and ask more, but his arm… was trembling.  He reached across his chest and gripped the edge of his vest.  “Lew’s?”

Lewis turned his head a fraction, the corner of his eye socket smoldered.  He had a frail suspicion why Arthur denied himself the false arm, but he couldn’t press himself to draw attention to that.  “No, I wasn’t,” he murmured.  “I was asleep.  Look, you complained to Uncle Lance about feeding your hamster weird stuff, and here you are feeding him all that stuff.”

This was true.  In Arthur’s distraction, Galahad had crawled into the pile of chips and had laid claim to the salty, sweet crispiness.  “This is different,” Arthur retorted.  “This is just a treat.  It’s not the main course.”

“Is there a difference to a hamster?”

“Hold on.”  Arthur rubbed some of the sticky from his fingers, and set his napkin aside.  He reached into his pocket and produced his phone; with it, Arthur began working his thumb across the screen.  “Give me a moment.  Okay.  Here, check this out.”  Arthur paused and watched the phones screen a second, then handed it across the unopened lunch sacks, to Lewis.  “This.”

Lewis took the phone and watched the video playing on it.  “Tiny hamster eating tiny pizza,” he read.  He pushed the shades up a bit and set the phone down on the table.  He glanced up when Galahad wheeled over, and climbed onto his arm lying parallel to the phone.

“Galy’s favorite youtube series,” Arthur mentioned.  He nibbled on his sandwich, then set it down.

“It’s really cute,” Lewis admitted.  He reached over and rubbed the small space between the hamsters twitching ears.

“I know.  Too bad there aren’t a lot of the vids, Galy drives me nuts watching the same ones over and over.”  Arthur jerked in his seat when a crackle of static snapped.  He and Lewis exchange a look, and Lewis shook his head.  The crackle of static rasped through once more, and that’s when Arthur remembered the communicator in his pocket.  “Viv-vi?  Hey?”

“It’s me,” Vivi’s voice scratched through.  “You’re a little – Where’d – z go?”

Arthur took a sip from his drink and responded back.  “Must be the patio.  We’re at Masterful Sauces.  Do you read?  Masterful Sauces?  Over.”

A few minutes later, Vivi and Mystery arrived up the steps.  Lewis was already making places up at the table.  While Lewis did this, Vivi rummaged in her backpack before presenting an envelope to Arthur.

“Wait-wait, lemme clean your hand.”  Vivi set the envelope aside, and brought out the ninety-nine and a rag.  “It’s important— don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Arthur held his hand out.  “Fine.”  As Vivi wiped off the sandwich grease, Arthur eyed her backpack.  “Vi, people are gunna start calling you a bag lady or something.”

“I will inherit that title with pride.  Okay, you can open it now.”  Vivi wedged herself into her seat with her supply bag, and tore into a pasta dish.  “I have no idea why you got me this, and I don’t care.  It’s delicious.”

Lewis stared at the phone.  He wanted to tap on another video, but that didn’t work.  In fact, when he tried to manipulate the phone, it went straight to the phonebook listing.  “You should also eat the salad, you need more veggies and greens.”  A strangled squawk came from Arthur, and he nearly dropped the folded sheet of paper he held.

“Vi!  What is this?” Arthur choked.  He was drinking soda while he read the sheet, clearly a mistake.  He was futilely mopping up spilt soda from the tables top, one handed.

“That’s what—” Vivi paused mid-sentence to eat.  “Don’t get it dirty.  That’s the most formal check you’ve gotten in a while, right?  I mean, aside from Uncle Lance….”

“Vi!  What is this,” Arthur repeated, voice strained.

“Some new calculations I did,” Vivi stated.  “The percentages from the cases we had – we had a few low key, but it all added up.  Those are the correct sums, Duet helped me.  And a bit for the damages, because those were on fault of a case, so I have to pay.”

“Vi!” Arthur resumed.  He held the sheet of paper in his lap.  “No, this can’t be right!”

“It is,” Vivi insisted, calmly.  She picked at her food, eating quickly.  Mystery would glance her way, then across the table to Lewis.  Lewis was still staring at the phone.  Vivi stole it away, and touched at the screen.  “What’d you need?”

“I was watching hamster videos.”  Lewis hunched down, when Vivi stopped and gave him a curios stare.  Lewis had Galahad on his shoulder, and it looked like the hamster was fast asleep.  For the best, probably.  “Tiny hamsters eating tiny food.”  Vivi AND Mystery, held their solid stare for a full minute.  Vivi tapped at the phones screen, then, slipped it back over to Lewis.

“Calm down Art, we need to discuss some things as a group.”  Vivi took a sip of her soda, then began cutting her food into smaller bites.  “Yeah.  We got a sizable bonus, but only from that one case we did.  For the Hershey’s.”  Lewis rasped a sound, and a little flame sparked from his shoulder.  Arthur hadn’t noticed.  “Yeah.  That case.  It’s a problem.”

Lewis slipped his shades up as he raised his head.  “The Hershey’s got what they wanted.  How’s it a problem still?”

“They got what they wanted, that’s why,” Vivi snapped.  “Not that what you did was wrong, Lew.  We had no choice, in the interests of the spirits confined to that home.”  She continued eating bites of food, as she explained.  “The school made a point to mention we didn’t spend a whole lotta time with the Hershey’s.  I think maybe to keep us wary, if the Hershey’s get back in touch saying we didn’t do our job.”  Vivi never doubted Lewis once, and Lewis didn’t converse vividly over what had been done to free, escort, release the family?  She wouldn’t ask, and they had procured VERY little evidence from the investigation.

“This bonus worries me,” Vivi resumed.  “We’re not under contract to do expulsions on demand, and we don’t go out of our way to do them.  Unless they are absolutely necessary.”

Arthur glared, as Mystery pushed over the remaining half of his sandwich.  “We used to,” he said.  “When we started out.  So, they have those files.”  He turned to Lewis’ perplexed gaze.  “We had to hand over those files, as credentials.”

“Yeah, but that was wrong,” Vivi grumbled.  “We didn’t go far with that.  I just wish we realized what we were doing sooner.”

“Fritz,” Lewis murmured.  He didn’t mean to utter the name, but it had stuck to him.  And his warning.

“That was different,” Vivi said.  “Fritz was becoming dangerous, and he couldn’t be left in those conditions.  It was the only thing we could do for him.  But that’s the difference.”  Vivi set aside her utensils, and placed her elbows to the table.  She made a net with her entwined fingers, and set her chin there.  “We’re trying to stay out of that field of service.  The college thinks we’d be willing to reconsider.”

Arthur scoffed.  “Thanks for the funding, but make it clear to them we’ll pass.”  He and Mystery were currently mid argument over who would finish off half the sandwich.  Mystery seemed to believe Arthur needed extra food.

“I’m working on it.” Vivi took a breath and sighed.  “I put it in our report, clarifying that we are certified investigators, and anything otherwise is a violation of our contract.”

Arthur sat a moment, picking at the edge of the sandwich that now sat with his half eaten meal.  “What do we do if they violate the terms of our contract?”  He took a bite from the sandwich, but didn’t feel like chewing or swallowing.  He sipped some of his beverage instead.

Vivi leaned over the table and looked to Lewis.  “It won’t come to that.”  Lewis turned his focus back to the phone on the table.  “If it does, then they can have another ghost hunting, investigating group.  Stability is something we need if we wanna continue our line of work.  I won’t have it otherwise.  Arthur?”

Arthur raised his eyes to meet Vivi’s, and nodded.  “Well, if it ever comes to it… we could have that ghostbuster business.  Y’know, if Lewis is—”

“No,” Lewis rumbled, glancing Arthur’s way.  “Not in your lifetime paly.”

They finished their meal in near silence, with a few in-between occasional comments of possible scenarios and idea situations of how to progress with work.  By the time they had finished – mostly – with their meal, it was almost time for the appointment at the body shop to get the van prepped for panting.  The temperature was already on a steady decline as the sun swam behind the thick clouds, and sought refuge from expulsion behind a far gone horizon and a waiting forest.

[mahoningdriveintheater]

**JUST ANNOUNCED** Tickets for Fistful of Dollars are selling very well for its screening in April.. Sooo we’re continuing the saga;) Join us SUNDAY, JUNE 6th: Sergio Leone's FOR A FEW DOLLARS MORE (on original 35mm). They were tales of dusty streets, with glints and squints as cold as the steel that started and ended many an argument. Their heroes may have had no names, but their Techniscope tales branded themselves in our memories, once upon a time when melee maestros like Leone and Corbucci triggered a whole new style in adventure, weaving tales of anti-heroes, villains, and bloody revenge. They took the building blocks of American westerns, adding Italian style and subversion under the Spanish skies that substituted for the American west, filling the eyes with striking imagery and the ears with unforgettable themes. The Mahoning Drive-In Theater invites you to kick off your spurs and don your ponchos under the stars for Spaghetti Sundays, where we’ll unspool these quick-draw classics on 35mm, filling the giant Cinemascope screen once again with those vivid vistas and larger-than-life pistoleers. Be sure to bring the whole posse out for Spaghetti Sundays, to ensure they keep chugging along, like a hijacked train full of gold! Gates Open at 6p. Showtime at 8p. General Ticket: $8 (per person) General+Overnight: $16 (per person) *Fistful screens April 25th* Complete details at MahoningDIT.com TICKETS ON SALE NOW! 🎟 (Link In BIO)🎟 #cinema #classicfilm #classic #drivein #driveinmovie #doublefeature #driveinmovies #driveintheater #film #driveinmovies #filmpreservation #driveinmovietheater #lehighton #movies #movieposter #movietheater #nostalgia #phillyfilm #retro #atthedrivein #mahoningdit #35mm #mahoningdriveintheater #mahoningdrivein #spaghettiwestern #clinteastwood (at The Mahoning Drive-In Theater) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNiATlnF3r3/?igshid=1f9e2c4f0aiyq

[pickledchickenetti]

Lol anyone wanna go to drive-in church?

[jimgaffigan]

WILKES BARRE PA - I’ve added a DRIVE THRU SHOW ・・・ Get ready for a Lot (full) of laughs as we host our very first Drive-In style LIVE event performance featuring @jimgaffigan: Drive-Thru Comic on Saturday, July 18th at 8pm. Tickets (your parking space) are on sale this Friday at 10am exclusively at Ticketmaster.com. For more details on this first-of-a-kind event in NEPA, please visit our website at MoheganSunArenaPA.com. #jimgaffigan #Comedy #standupcomedy #Drivethrucomic #DriveInEvent #DriveIn #DriveThru #ComedyShow #NEPA #WilkesBarre #Scranton #MoheganSunArenaPA #LiveEvents #Entertainment #LiveEntertainment #ParkingLotEvents https://www.instagram.com/p/CBQadhdFgDb/?igshid=1pegwx6vdlmwj

[grabthecrown]

Here are a bunch of designs from the cult cut line that I’m putting out. Just making shirts for things I wish there were more shirts and stuff for.#design #style #graphic #cult #cinema #movies #grindhouse #drivein #art

[amaryduh]

Summer Lovers ~Date Night by meleuterio featuring off the shoulder tops ❤ liked on Polyvore

Alexander McQueen off the shoulder top, $745 / WithChic short shorts, $19 / Miu Miu platform sandals / Mulberry handbag purse, $685 / Chain necklace / Topshop metal watch, $99 / Cateye sunglasses

[irisheyesdesigns]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWT Gianni Bini sz 7.5 DriveIn leopard print calfhair heeled shooties.

[lincolnbarbourphoto]

I experimented with color on this shot to create a moody vibe. One of my pet peeves about shooting digital is that the look is so up to interpretation. When you shoot film, it pretty much is what it is. I had to shoot a lot more digital work to figure out a style that spoke to me. And it keeps evolving over the years. One fun idea I had for a photo project is to shoot film and digital of the same scene and compare the results. Would anyone want to see that? . #lbphoto #idesofmay #travelphotography #torc #newmexico #vintagesign #americana #drivethru #drivein https://instagr.am/p/CbN3bqGpRlD/

[flchefnicole]

🚗 I made a spur of the moment decision to drive through Eldon, MO on my way to Jefferson City yesterday and was delighted at what I found! I was expecting a tiny town with not much to see and it turned out to be the opposite. This historic railway town is filled with antique stores, 50s style drive in restaurants, cafes, and coffee shops, and a surprisingly high number of grocery stores. 😂 ⭐Moral of the story - make the detour, explore more, visit someplace new. 🌭3 delicious foodie stops I tried: famous footlong chili dog at Cree-Mee Drive In, Marshmallow Pepsi at Eldon Drive In, and an amazing Strawberry Coconut Bubble Frappe at Serendipity Roasting Company. ❤ #visitMO #missourilife #missourieats #drivein #eatlocal #shopsmall #exploremore #smalltownlife #EldonMO (at Eldon, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRXuzpBFeZZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[essentiallyessence]

Summer Date by wisdomjohnson featuring brown shirts ❤ liked on Polyvore

[mahoningdriveintheater]

**JUST ANNOUNCED** On June 7 & 8, The Mahoning Drive-In Theater invites you to “do your fang” at VAMPYRTY 2019! This year, we're going all out hosting a VAMPIRE SENIOR DANCE on the lot, spinning some undead jams over the airwaves, and turning the snack bar into a cursed gymnasium for all you guys, ghouls, and creatures of the night to celebrate! Dress to impress! Our favorite costumes will get a little extra blood in their punch bowl ;) We have a lot in store for the party, so stay tuned for more updates as we roll out more “dead-ertainment”! ONWARDS TO THE SHOW! Friday & Saturday: We square off against the neighbors from hell in FRIGHT NIGHT (1985) Heads will roll (and bowl) in an ultra rare screening of FRIGHT NIGHT 2 (1988) We cheer for The Chosen One as she takes on prom night in style in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1992) *ALL FEATURES ARE PRESENTED ON 35mm FILM* Overnight passes will be available at the box office! 🎟Tickets for each night are on sale now! https://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/4190905 ⛺️For those who want to party with us all weekend, Overnight passes will be available at the box office night-of-show! #cinema #classicfilm #classic #drivein #driveinmovie #doublefeature #driveinmovies #driveintheater #film #driveinmovies #filmpreservation #driveinmovietheater #lehighton #movies #movieposter #movietheater #nostalgia #phillyfilm #retro #VHS #classicfilm #mahoningdit #35mm #mahoningdriveintheater #buffythevampireslayer #frightnight #mahoningdrivein MahoningDIT.com (at The Mahoning Drive-In Theater) https://www.instagram.com/mahoningdriveintheater/p/Bvr1ABTAo1Q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16jshz2roeicr