Devil's Nest 4

[all_ofthethings]

(A) Morning: John Doe Park

[Greed still can't stand being in the house full of drones, so he can be found drifting off to sleep under a tree in the park.]

(B) Afternoon: All around town

[He's heard about this homecoming thing, and insists on having a partner. Do you happen to be female and walking past him? Yep, that's right, you just heard a low whistle.]

You got any plans for Friday night, pretty thing?

(C) Night: Olney's Tavern

[He's behind the bar, taking orders, handing out drinks, and of course, flirting with the ladies.]
 

Comments

I am horrible to all muses including my own ^.^

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that's a good one. You're the first one to try that insult too.

Just for that, I'm going to give you a real treat. This joke is hilarious.

Knock, knock.

[The bottle vanishes under the bag and he drinks with sickening gurgling noises.

Yeah, it tastes terrible but he expected everything in Mayfield too. Too bad he doesn't know better.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

I doubt that, it's too easy for me to have been the first one.

[He stared for a moment, not sure if he should bite, but his shift was almost over and the bar was emptying out.

Who's there?

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Banana.

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed's pretty sure this joke is going nowhere, must be payback for the horrible beer.]

Banana who?

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

BOLT 2!

[Launching more than a lethal does of lightning into the bartender's chest.

Enough to kill a man and set his corpse on fire.]

Wait... wait. I messed up the joke.

Can we do it again?

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed is about to ask what kind of a joke that is, but then lightning is hurtling toward him.]

Fuck.

[The word is barely out of his mouth when he's on the floor, convulsing with electricity for a moment before his body ignites.]

[inthenertz.livejournal.com]

Hey! Hey buddy.

Damnit. See what you made me do? Now that joke is ruined, I hope you're happy.

[Shouting at the corpse before finishing his drink and hopping off his bar stool.

Making his way out of there before he has to deal with the consequences of his actions.]