“27, 44, 30, 21…,” Elmer waved the patrons through without giving much attention to them or their IDs. Mundo’s club wasn’t the hottest spot in town; but, it had its share of regular customers that enjoyed the more subdued atmosphere. He reached the end of the short line and paused. “1973?” The young man holding up his ID didn’t look quite 21 yet. His tan skin was taught and glowed with youth.
“Hold on,” Elmer held his hand out to stop the man. Elmer stared at the number for a moment; a golden ‘1973’ hovered above the man’s dirty blonde hair. No matter how he looked at it, the number did not change; this man was definitely 1973 years old.
“Something wrong, sir?” the young man asked timidly. Elmer shook his head.
“No, Mundo just likes me to check in with any Uniques that come through. You do know you’re a Unique Soul, right?” he asked.
“Um.. I”m a what?” he asked.
“Sorry, I may have jumped the gun,” Elmer said quickly. “What’s your favorite number?”
“35,” the patron responded quickly. He looked a bit surprised that he answered, but he shook it off. “I just want to listen to some music and have a couple of drinks; what’s my favorite number have to do with anything?” Elmer grinned and nodded.
“Yep, you’re a Unique Soul. But, you didn’t know that,” Elmer looked the young man up and down again. “You don’t have a tattoo do you?” he asked. The man narrowed his eyes for a moment, then shrugged.
“I”ll go somewhere else.” He turned away but Elmer interrupted.
“I know that you’re almost 2000 years old, and my boss can explain why.” The man froze in his tracks, then slowly turned back around.
“How did you know?” he asked.
“I’m a Unique Soul too, #10, El Árbol. I can see your age floating above your head. You’re Unique Soul #35; you can travel between universes, but I don’t want to tell you too much. Mundo likes to do the explanations herself.” Elmer tilted his head at the entrance.
“Go straight to the bar, Mundo’ll be glad to see you.”
