II.
Rachel was completely mystified, and she hadn't realized she had sat down until long after.
"So, what can I get you?" Al the bartender asked cheerfully.
"I'm not really an expert in alcohol," said Rachel, looking around. "I'm under age." The back wall wasn't decorated with glasses like many of the bars she had seen with her mom
(you can take a sip, honey)
but there was a lot of what looked like old Coca-Cola posters.
"How about a Coke?" asked Al, as if he could read her mind. "Or, if you're more daring, you could try Giant Ale like ol' drunken Puddleglum over here." Al gestured to the man with the froggy hand. Rachel could just catch a bit of the man's face. His cheeks were spotty as well, with a few warts. His nose was long and his lips were thin. Rachel caught a glimpse of the frog man's feet, and saw they were flat and webbed like his hands.
"I would not recommend it," said Puddleglum, rotating his glass in his hand. "It'll give you a terrible... what did that boy call it? A hungover? It'll give you a bad one of those."
"Puddleglum here's been having a hard time remembering things," said Al cheerful as he pulled out a huge glass and began to fill it with soda from the tap.
"My name is Puddleglum, and I'm a Marsh Wiggle," Puddleglum droned a bit. "All else I can remember is my love for Giant Ale and that I was walking into an onion."
"An onion?" asked Rachel.
"Yes. Out of all the things to remember..." Puddleglum went quiet and put the glass of ale to his lips.
"Here you go," said Al as he handed Rachel the glass of Coca-Cola. "And what about you, Rachel. You having problems remembering?" Rachel took a sip of the Coke and sat straight.
No. She couldn't remember much up to the point of when she met the old man in the desert.
"I can remember my name..." she paused, "And I remember a girl with braces that called herself the Ellimest. Something about a bear, but that's it." She took another sip of her soda.
"Well, I'm sure it'll come back to you both after you rest a bit," said Al, who was back to happily cleaning his glass cups. "Nearly twelve- thirty. The miners will be having their lunch break. Expect a crowd."
It was than that Rachel noticed a picture of a man on the wall. She recognized it as Morgan Freeman. An actor. A good one, if she remembered right. She couldn't remember a single movie of his, and she really wished she could so she knew what to make of what was written on the picture.
REELECT TOM BECK.
THE PRESIDENT THAT SURVIVED THE COMET!
Rachel was completely mystified, and she hadn't realized she had sat down until long after.
"So, what can I get you?" Al the bartender asked cheerfully.
"I'm not really an expert in alcohol," said Rachel, looking around. "I'm under age." The back wall wasn't decorated with glasses like many of the bars she had seen with her mom
(you can take a sip, honey)
but there was a lot of what looked like old Coca-Cola posters.
"How about a Coke?" asked Al, as if he could read her mind. "Or, if you're more daring, you could try Giant Ale like ol' drunken Puddleglum over here." Al gestured to the man with the froggy hand. Rachel could just catch a bit of the man's face. His cheeks were spotty as well, with a few warts. His nose was long and his lips were thin. Rachel caught a glimpse of the frog man's feet, and saw they were flat and webbed like his hands.
"I would not recommend it," said Puddleglum, rotating his glass in his hand. "It'll give you a terrible... what did that boy call it? A hungover? It'll give you a bad one of those."
"Puddleglum here's been having a hard time remembering things," said Al cheerful as he pulled out a huge glass and began to fill it with soda from the tap.
"My name is Puddleglum, and I'm a Marsh Wiggle," Puddleglum droned a bit. "All else I can remember is my love for Giant Ale and that I was walking into an onion."
"An onion?" asked Rachel.
"Yes. Out of all the things to remember..." Puddleglum went quiet and put the glass of ale to his lips.
"Here you go," said Al as he handed Rachel the glass of Coca-Cola. "And what about you, Rachel. You having problems remembering?" Rachel took a sip of the Coke and sat straight.
No. She couldn't remember much up to the point of when she met the old man in the desert.
"I can remember my name..." she paused, "And I remember a girl with braces that called herself the Ellimest. Something about a bear, but that's it." She took another sip of her soda.
"Well, I'm sure it'll come back to you both after you rest a bit," said Al, who was back to happily cleaning his glass cups. "Nearly twelve- thirty. The miners will be having their lunch break. Expect a crowd."
It was than that Rachel noticed a picture of a man on the wall. She recognized it as Morgan Freeman. An actor. A good one, if she remembered right. She couldn't remember a single movie of his, and she really wished she could so she knew what to make of what was written on the picture.
REELECT TOM BECK.
THE PRESIDENT THAT SURVIVED THE COMET!