It is this person Redun happened his eyes upon at this very moment.
"Aagh. My friggin' head. What the hell is going on here?" He burped to a piece of lint. He looked up at Aston. "Oh, hello. What do you want at this time of night?"
"It's 1:00 in the afternoon, but it doesn't matter now, we got to go." Aston muttered.
"Where the frigging heck do you plan to take me, Aston?"
"Far away from here, and it's imperative we get you an, nice, stiff drink."
Redun gurgled. "I've had too many of those already, dude."
"Doesn't matter."
"Yes, it does," said Redun, and he tried to go back to sleep.
"NO IT DOESN'T." Aston said, with every fiber of will pouring into his voice. Now: when Aston poured every fiber of his will into his voice, Redun knew better to argue, because it was probably important, and the less important it was to Redun: The more important it was to Aston.
"Umm.. Duh. Zuh. Ok." Redun agreed. He kicked his box. He kicked it again, because it made him feel good.
Redun was unconscious. His poor, frail body couldn't take the alcohol. Aston solved the problem by siphoning the stuff into his nose.
Aston was already on his 3rd drink. Redun had taken one sip and had been knocked out.
God, I hope he wakes up soon, Aston thought, we only have 5 minutes.
"Buddy?"
It was the bartender.
"Buddy? Are you going to pay for those drinks?"
Aston slapped a $20 on the counter.
"Keep the change, and get me some of those complementary peanuts. And hurry please, the world's about to end."
"Really? About time, too. You ganna want a stretcher for that guy?"
"When I was in the army," said a drunk on the other side of the bar, "they said we should hide under a table if the world ends. Should we?"
"You can if you like," replied Aston.
"Will it work?"
"No."
The drunk went back to cradling his drink.
Redun woke up to see a beautiful pink spacecraft hover in the town square. Why he was in the town square, he didn't know. Why Aston and a strange drunk were wheeling him closer to the ship on a stretcher was another mystery.
Stay tuned for that 3rd chapter: "WTF is that pink thing?"
"Aagh. My friggin' head. What the hell is going on here?" He burped to a piece of lint. He looked up at Aston. "Oh, hello. What do you want at this time of night?"
"It's 1:00 in the afternoon, but it doesn't matter now, we got to go." Aston muttered.
"Where the frigging heck do you plan to take me, Aston?"
"Far away from here, and it's imperative we get you an, nice, stiff drink."
Redun gurgled. "I've had too many of those already, dude."
"Doesn't matter."
"Yes, it does," said Redun, and he tried to go back to sleep.
"NO IT DOESN'T." Aston said, with every fiber of will pouring into his voice. Now: when Aston poured every fiber of his will into his voice, Redun knew better to argue, because it was probably important, and the less important it was to Redun: The more important it was to Aston.
"Umm.. Duh. Zuh. Ok." Redun agreed. He kicked his box. He kicked it again, because it made him feel good.
Redun was unconscious. His poor, frail body couldn't take the alcohol. Aston solved the problem by siphoning the stuff into his nose.
Aston was already on his 3rd drink. Redun had taken one sip and had been knocked out.
God, I hope he wakes up soon, Aston thought, we only have 5 minutes.
"Buddy?"
It was the bartender.
"Buddy? Are you going to pay for those drinks?"
Aston slapped a $20 on the counter.
"Keep the change, and get me some of those complementary peanuts. And hurry please, the world's about to end."
"Really? About time, too. You ganna want a stretcher for that guy?"
"When I was in the army," said a drunk on the other side of the bar, "they said we should hide under a table if the world ends. Should we?"
"You can if you like," replied Aston.
"Will it work?"
"No."
The drunk went back to cradling his drink.
Redun woke up to see a beautiful pink spacecraft hover in the town square. Why he was in the town square, he didn't know. Why Aston and a strange drunk were wheeling him closer to the ship on a stretcher was another mystery.
Stay tuned for that 3rd chapter: "WTF is that pink thing?"