Page 8 of Nearly Roadkill
*** You are in room “The Tavern” ***
FredMan:Hey, honey, come sit closer to me.
Scratch:No thanks, I’m fine right here.
Tomgun:Don’t mind Fred, he’s harmless. But I’m not. ::grin::
FredMan:Not that harmless.
Scratch:Winc, how long is your skateboard?
Winc:Oh, it’s not a long one, it’s about average.
Azazello:LOL, Winc, tell her it’s huge!
Winc:::startled:: huh? What do you mean?
Scratch:I’m sure it’s long enough, babe.
Hanzoo:Scratch wants your body, man.
Scratch:Thanks, Han, but you can go do yourself now.
Winc:::to Scratch:: So I missed that one, eh? You want my body?
Scratch:Why don’t you come with me and see?
Winc:::gazing at Scratch from beneath hooded eyes:: What’s in it for me?
Hanzoo:Go, Winc!
Scratch:::shrugging:: Suit yourself, cautious one.
A soft chime sounds in the background. Everyone in the bar instantly becomes “quiet” and listens—no one is typing.
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