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Re: Layover (R)
« Reply #15 on Jul 22, 2005, 8:20pm »
"Hey, hey, no need to be rude," the patron scoffed before turning away.

I didn't care. He wasn't worth my time. I needed a flight out of here. Or another drink. The drink seemed reasonable; the change in my pocket needed a new home.

There was nothing to do but drink. It seemed like a bad omen.
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« Reply #16 on Jul 26, 2005, 1:36am »
And then it happened. It was looking down the barrel of my mug when I heard a sharp thud echo through the bar. Then I felt the very ground beneath me shake as... something lumbered toward the counter.

I turned, my eyes electric. There, now taking a heavy seat at the bar, was the biggest goddamn brute I figured Owensboro had to offer. Probably one of those heavy medalist truck drivers always on the lookout for a good stogy. I decided in an instant that he was a power not worth my manhood, and slid further into my seat.

The neighborly swine on my left thought differently. That ignorant bastard. He turned and graced this giantlike despot with his usual hippie speech, making wide handgestures and offering to buy him a round.

By this time, however, I was too twisted to warn him of the deep waters ahead, and instead pulled down for another beer, forgetting this tragic scene. No doubt it was bound to break loose any second anyway.
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