I_M lifted his head from the bar.
"Fuck this. I'm making a food run."
Thirty minutes later, I_M was back with enough raw food items to keep the grill going for a week straight, plus a couple dozen bottles of various liquors.
"Not that I expect anyone to offer to help pay for this, but it's unnecessary. I just used a time machine to go back to the 50's, walk into the oval office, and declare that I and my pitiful third-world nation am going communist if the US doesn't fork over a couple million dollars immediately. Works every time, and all I have to do is string a couple syllables together whenever I pretend to be some newr country. Nobody looks at a map anyway, and for all I know half of them were legit. Now somebody get started on those ribs. I'm hungry."
I_M proceeded to mix Bawls, vodka, raw sugar, and some crack cocaine in a glass, adding a squeeze of lemon and a single drop of something yellow from a small vial in his coat. The drink began glowing an ominous green. I_M then removed a glass pipe with a silver rim around the bowl and matching mouthpiece, poured in a small measure of runny clear fluid, stuck what looked like a tiny spool of thread onto a spike in the center of the bowl, and pressed a marble against the top of the spool, making an audible SNAP. Immediately the liquid began bubbling and glowing a dim blue as the tiny spool turned rapidly inside the pipe, the thread dissolving almost as soon as it was unwound from the spool. He puffed on the pipe for a few moments before taking a swig of his drink. The combined glow from the two objects cast an eerie light on his face, and he removed his sunglasses to look around the bar.
He noticed a somewhat ephereal-looking chick in leather.
"Hi there. How you doin'?"
_________________ Insane_Megalamaniac
Chancellor of Initiations
Pyro: Noun. Practicioner of the ancient and gentle arts of burning shit down and blowing shit up.
DNI'd by actor_au
|