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
Tasssssssssssssssssssssssssrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
***
No comments:
Post a Comment