Scene: Interior of The Sub-Cellar. Smoke from several varieties of cheap cigarettes and other kinds of drugs fill the air with an acrid taste and a dingy haze. Humans, a couple of Mystics, and Monsters of many sorts pack the tables and barstools. Beside a pair of pinball machines is a dance platform and pole, where a skeleton provocatively tries to entice some credits from drunk voyeurs. In the far corner, competing with an old battered and bullet-hole-ridden jukebox, is the house 3-headed-1-Monster band, laying down the funk. A strange creature resembling a man built out of jigsaw puzzle pieces mans the taps, pouring out some of Yorkland's finest to a lot of its worst, while his OgreLord buddy makes sure everybody plays nice, or else.
The door creaks open, and sunlight makes a weak attempt to stab through the smoke before dejectedly retreating back through the entrance. Red, Lute, and the two Mecs enter and close the door, taking a minute to let their eyes adjust to the smokey darkness. Suddenly the bar goes silent.
Bartender: You kids!
Lute looks around mutely as everyone in the bar stares at his group, then numbly points a finger to his own chest
Bartender: Yeah you! Get rid of the walking slot machines! We don't serve pit-fighters here!
Lute: Oh, c'mon, they won't be any trou -
Bartender: Get rid of them before I have Bruno put a barrel or two in your soul! And I ain't talking whiskey!
A figure at the other end of the bar looks up glazedly from his drink
Ashton: Barrel?
Bruno: No, sir, you's had enough.
Ashton: BARRELBARRELBARRELBARRELBARRELBARRELBARRELBARREL -
Ashton flies head-first through the (still closed) door, courtesy of Bruno Airlines. Bruno pulls out an HG-Cannon and fires a round to follow Ashton out. The rest of the bar erupts in cheers. Some money exchanges hands.
PzkwV: ...
T260G: Self and friend Mec will guard door from outside.
Lute: Umm, you do that!
Red: Good strategy!
Sariel V, Humor LTD. - Wanna see my barrel?
Copyright May 31, 2001