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Swooping down from your perch like that bat you taught a lesson to not too long ago, you home in on Talbot and his new friends faster than a heat-seeking missile! Pushing and shoving through the sea of arena-goers, you meld with the shadows behind your ex-bodyguard just as he finishes delivering what sounds like some kind of punchline to… <span class="mu-i">something.</span>
“-o she says: ‘<span class="mu-i">Well I never asked ya’ to EAT it!</span>’ HAH!”
Like a dam bursting open, the <span class="mu-r">THREE</span> (you got a solid count mid-scurry) <span class="mu-r">GREASER GALS</span> erupt into raucous laughter–the kind that were you not currently standing next to a frantic skeleton cockfight would probably be pretty loud!
“Oh Talbie, you <span class="mu-i">dog</span>...” Tuts a gal with a red bandana tied in her lavish, black hair!
“He’s a riot, ain’t he, Claudette?” Giggles another with a polka-dot bow in her sandy locks! “Nothing like these other gorillas…”
“Tell us another one, honey!” Pleads the last member of the trio with a blonde mane running all the way down to her leather-clad legs! “Don’t be a drag!”
“Well okay,” Talbot chuckles as you creep into a better position, “but after this I <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> gotta stop, ok-”
Your hand darts out from the crowd like a freckled viper and clasps around his with machinelike efficiency! Before he even notices what happened, you emerge from behind the big oaf with a toothy grin and a glint in your eye!
<span class="mu-i">THERE</span> you are, Talbie, you croon as you step between him and his audience, I was looking <span class="mu-i">ALL OVER</span> for you!
Your sudden appearance hits the poor guy like a truck. “Bwuh-<span class="mu-i">Stan</span>?”
That’s right, you reply with a wink, the one and only! Pressing your drink against his lips like a mom trying to feed a fussy baby, you shift your gaze between him and the ruthless predators behind you! Look, you add, you even got a cool drink for him to try!
“Woah, neat!” He remarks as he takes the glass and downs the remaining contents like a marathon runner would a glass of water! “Shit, you call this <span class="mu-i">booze?</span> Tastes like friggin’ <span class="mu-i">fruit pu-</span>”
“Hey, what’s the big idea, huh?” Asks the gal previously referred to as Claudette with a rapidly-darkening expression.
AHAHAHA, you laugh as you lightly pat your fellow janitor’s broad chest, always with the jokes, this guy!
>CONTD.
