Shall I demonstrate? -- The Broken Spoke

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Date Posted: 00:13:30 07/08/99 Thu
Author: .Wildfire.
Subject: Shall I demonstrate?

(I think this is a little of what Aquila had in mind, hehe...It's like back in the old BBS days...)

'The amaing thing about these places is they're all the same,' Thought Johnny Wildfire as he pulled into the parking lot. A broken neon sign flashed on and off in the window, decaliming it the 'Brok n Sp ke'.

"Still...it's the same as the rest." He muttered under his breath as he slammed the parking break down. The 318 under the hood of his Dover came to a halt, as the key pulled out of the ignition. Within seconds of exiting the car a lit cigarette was in his hand, keys back in the pocket of his leather, and his shades were perched snug on the bridge of his nose.

As he pushed open the door the smell hit him a split second before the music did. The reak of cheap beer, day old smoke, and sweat mixed with the smell of...something...from the kitchen.

'It's good to be home,' He thought. 'Or at least somewhere damn close.' Johnny's thoughts drifted back to the bar his dad had owned before the war...the feel was the same.

A smile came unbidden to his face as he sidled up towards the hawk nosed man at the bar. "What can I git'cha?"

He paused for a moment before answering...and the smile slid away from his face. "Burbon," he muttered. "Make it two, I don't like to drink alone." The bartender turned to fill his order, and Johnny's face took in his surroundings. "Yep...a lot like home."

(Something like that, Aqu?)
.Wildfire.

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