"LADIEEEEEEES AND GENTLE - HUAAAAGHCK - HCKHHRR-HRRGH..."
The microphone SQUEEEEAAAAALED. Lucas doubled over - behind his hand, twisted a face like he wasn't friggin' well sure whether to wince or cackle. What a damn sound...!
He rasped - into a swollen half-yawn.
Gulped.
"... - Aaaaah, technical difficulties, folks...! Parrrdon! Pardon..."
The mannequins lining the walls stared. Mutely.
He stood - unclipped the mic, cleared his throat. "Now - ladies and gentlemen...!" Squeeeeaaaaal. "Time for another round oooooooof...!"
Heron-like, rocking, he crossed over to the gate.
Eyes pinched narrow over a crescent smile.
The stranger's burned.
"Dulvey Roulette," he said.
The fuses of ten small cannons popped lit.
July 15th. "Crowd".
