The All-Winners Squad
By: E.F. Power
Sarah the bartender stood there staring at the one patron in her bar.
He was picking at the fries of the cheeseburger deluxe he had ordered, and eaten, and was watching the game on the TV diagonally behind her. He was the reason the other patrons had left, a fact that by his relaxed manner he either didn't notice or just didn't care about.
Finally Sarah spoke.
"Aren't you that reporter?" she asked.
Her patron looked at her from the corner of his eyes for only a second before they went back to watching the game on the TV diagonally behind her.
"Yep," he said. "Phil Grayfield."
Sarah went back to staring at Phil for a moment before asking:
"Why are you wearing that?"
Phil paused and looked down at his attire as if he'd forgotten what he was wearing, or was just so comfortable in it he couldn't understand why Sarah would find it odd. She couldn't tell which.
"Oh this…"he said, referring to the red, white and blue, football-uniform themed, indestructible, battle-armor he was wearing. "I'm also Superpro."
Phil went back to watching the game. Sarah continued watching Phil.
"What's that?" she queried again, this time referring to the title of 'Superpro'.
Phil smiled and looked at Sarah.
"I'm sort of a low-level Superhero," he said.
Phil took a gulp of his beer while he waited for Sarah.
"OK," she continued, "Now I know why you have it. Now why are you wearing it?"
Phil breathed out a tiny laugh. "I'm working a 'Superhero Convention' at the Marriott"
Sarah snapped the gum in her mouth and said, "You know there's a bar in the lobby there, right?"
"I know" he said. "So do the fans."
"Oh. Tired of all the questions, I guess?"
"Just one actually," said Superpro. "'Have you ever met Spiderman?'"
"So have you?" she asked.
Phil smiled, shook his head, and rolled his eyes.
"Don't look at me," Sarah said with her arms in the air as if surrendering, "you're the one who wore the costume out in public".
(To be continued tomorrow…)