A square mile of assembled pirates, ninjas, pirate-ninjas, steampunk gentlefolk, elves (always with the elves), dwarves, halflings, furries, otaku, otherkin, cosplayers, spacemen, Kryptonians, Trekkers, true black metallers, Vikings, eloi, elohim, sidhe, Earthseed, Black country folk and other costumed strangenesses.
Flanagans has adopted a Waitsian veneer – trouble's braids are part of the dresscode, you can play pool with midgets at all hours until the notional rain stops, and all the barmaids were augmented prison tattoos.
Wearing AR-visored sunglasses at night, he looked like a Reid brother trying to impersonate the Rat Pack.
“And why is Bigtrak's precocious nephew buying me drinks?” he asked, as the barman concluded a extensive round of stirring, shaking and mixing to deposit a dubious off-yellow concoction in front of him. “There are,” he added, “easier ways of getting my attention.”
“No there aren't, Danny.” the doggy drone demurred.
“That's right”, Danny agreed cheerfully, taking a large swallow of his cocktail with evident satisfaction.
I've been tasered
A 'non-lethal' weapon for use by the monopoly of force brigade against the fractious First World proletariat
Iii'vve beeen tassserrred
Illegal, of course, but an easy concealed carry for the street for when the knife lacks that je-ne-sais-crackle of a thousand volts pumped through the nervous system
Bottle lightning charge
Shoot-to-stun weapon with absolutely no side-effects. Nooo sirree.
I'vve beeeeen tasssserrrreeeeddd
Grinning paramilitary salespeople talk out of the side of their mouths about exceptional cases and collateral damage