Ly plopped herself into a chair in a dark corner of Café le Prick, putting
her cheek down on the cool surface of the table.
(A.N: Eww. That table is probably chock-full of germs!)
*Well, that didn't go as smoothly as it could have. Goodness, I scared him to death. Now he'll never to talk to me. Fook.Maybe I should just kidnap the kid, cuz this is taking way too long.* She banged her head on the table in her confused aggravation, which drew a few snobbish glares.
"You know, banging your head like that kills brain cells."
Ly looked up at the presumptuous person, and saw Nny standing over her.
"Well, aren't you the hypocritical sort. I'm sure what I kill and what you kill hardly equal out."
Nny thought this over, and nodded in defeat.
"Perhaps."
"So, what are you doing out in the light of day? If you are bent on killing me, I suppose this would be the perfect place. You'd get so to kill so many morons in one morning here. But I'd like to request a sound decapitation, as I'd prefer not to notice I'm dead. I could come back as a ghost, and that'd be neato."
Johnny gave her an incredulous look, and then laughed at her paranoia.
"Do you think that's all I do? I might, as I like to call it, 'artfully detach these other people from the living', but not you. You haven't done a thing to tick me off. So please stop worrying about it. Anyways, I am here to ask you a favor."
Ly looked up at him with an excited interest.
"Yes?"
"Pick Squee up at his house and take him to yours at, say, midnight. And don't ask questions."
*Uh oh. This guy sounds like he's in with the Mafia,* thought Ly. With all the naivety she could muster, she agreed.
"Alright. My turn. Are you 21 yet?"
Johnny gave her a curious look, then nodded.
"Nice. Could you, if I gave you the money, pick me up some Jagermeister? I'm dyyiinnngg to get drunk."
Nny almost started ranting about human stupidity and the like, but stopped himself. Squee's sister was going to do him a favor, a huge favor at that, so he might as well return it quickly.
"Fine. I'll postpone my plans until tomorrow night so you can deface yourself tonight. I don't think it's a good idea for a babysitter to be drunk while on the job."
Ly almost jumped on him again from pure glee, but decided against it.
"Thank you."
"In the meantime, I have some.something.to vent. You might want to leave now."
Ly nodded, handed Nny some money, and casually walked out of the café. Johnny stood up, as though to follow Ly, but locked the doors discretely instead. Then he turned back to the coffee-drinkers with a malicious, eager grin and spread his arms open dramatically.
"Friends. ENEMIES! Lend me your ears!"
With that, he dove for the nearest person and got to work.
(A.N: I can't tell you the details, cuz they're nasty, but I can say that one 'job' involved a soda can, some wet popcorn kernels, and toenails. Lots of toenails.)
(A.N: Eww. That table is probably chock-full of germs!)
*Well, that didn't go as smoothly as it could have. Goodness, I scared him to death. Now he'll never to talk to me. Fook.Maybe I should just kidnap the kid, cuz this is taking way too long.* She banged her head on the table in her confused aggravation, which drew a few snobbish glares.
"You know, banging your head like that kills brain cells."
Ly looked up at the presumptuous person, and saw Nny standing over her.
"Well, aren't you the hypocritical sort. I'm sure what I kill and what you kill hardly equal out."
Nny thought this over, and nodded in defeat.
"Perhaps."
"So, what are you doing out in the light of day? If you are bent on killing me, I suppose this would be the perfect place. You'd get so to kill so many morons in one morning here. But I'd like to request a sound decapitation, as I'd prefer not to notice I'm dead. I could come back as a ghost, and that'd be neato."
Johnny gave her an incredulous look, and then laughed at her paranoia.
"Do you think that's all I do? I might, as I like to call it, 'artfully detach these other people from the living', but not you. You haven't done a thing to tick me off. So please stop worrying about it. Anyways, I am here to ask you a favor."
Ly looked up at him with an excited interest.
"Yes?"
"Pick Squee up at his house and take him to yours at, say, midnight. And don't ask questions."
*Uh oh. This guy sounds like he's in with the Mafia,* thought Ly. With all the naivety she could muster, she agreed.
"Alright. My turn. Are you 21 yet?"
Johnny gave her a curious look, then nodded.
"Nice. Could you, if I gave you the money, pick me up some Jagermeister? I'm dyyiinnngg to get drunk."
Nny almost started ranting about human stupidity and the like, but stopped himself. Squee's sister was going to do him a favor, a huge favor at that, so he might as well return it quickly.
"Fine. I'll postpone my plans until tomorrow night so you can deface yourself tonight. I don't think it's a good idea for a babysitter to be drunk while on the job."
Ly almost jumped on him again from pure glee, but decided against it.
"Thank you."
"In the meantime, I have some.something.to vent. You might want to leave now."
Ly nodded, handed Nny some money, and casually walked out of the café. Johnny stood up, as though to follow Ly, but locked the doors discretely instead. Then he turned back to the coffee-drinkers with a malicious, eager grin and spread his arms open dramatically.
"Friends. ENEMIES! Lend me your ears!"
With that, he dove for the nearest person and got to work.
(A.N: I can't tell you the details, cuz they're nasty, but I can say that one 'job' involved a soda can, some wet popcorn kernels, and toenails. Lots of toenails.)