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What I Read in the Waiting Room of Hell

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June 14, 2005

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Lance

Ok, who's pouring?

Betty Blogger

Lance, pick your head up off the bar.

Lance

Sorry, Betty, I'm just tired. I haven't been drinking already, I swear.

Lance

Are you tending bar tonight, Betty?

Betty Blogger

For a bit til Franz comes back. Steve G, that kid? Oy.

Shakespeare's Sister

One amaretto on the rocks, please. And hold the rocks.

Lance

(Mannion jumps on his stool, sits up straight, his .38 drawn and at the ready.)

Gilliard? He's not here, is he?

Shakespeare's Sister

I saw him on the corner bedecked in a sandwich board denouncing anticapitalists and begging for change in a Starbucks cup.

Betty Blogger

Lance, that kid is outside and wants to fight you. Sister, your amaretto is here. But who's rocks am I supposed to hold?

Betty Blogger

The ad for this post cost, like, five thousand dollars and I don't know how I am going to make it all back. *sob*

Shakespeare's Sister

Mine. Hopefully, I won't need them for the evening.

Shakespeare's Sister

It's okay, Betty. *patpat*

I heard there's a new variety show debuting on Fox featuring minstrel shows, gay-bashin'-for-dollars, and a cute segment called "Tease the Blind" that should be making ads available soon.

Lance

Oh, if he just wants to fight, he can wait while I have a drink. A martini, please, Betty. Very dry. A desert of a martini. There should be buzzards circling over the glass and a tiny longhorn skull on the olive, please.

Franz K

Ah, Betty's gone off crying. Who made her cry? That bugs me. Lance, a very dry one for you then. Sister, Betty thinks of you as a sister. And me . . . .

Lance

Thanks, Franz.

Maybe the sight of my .38 scared Betty off.

Sis! Prosit! Good to see you. I feel safer now that you're here!

Paul T. Geist

Some times I scare myself.

Lance

Betty thinks of you as a sister, Franz?

Shakespeare's Sister

It's always a safe bet to have a chain smoker in the lot when the shit starts to fly. We get winded easily, so we learn to take care of business with a well-delivered one-punch.

Lance

Good to know, Sis. You want to step outside and beat up Gilliard for me?

Shakespeare's Sister

Mr. Geist - do you know the Dark Wraith? Tall, dark, and hovery type. I believe he drinks black Russians....

Shakespeare's Sister

Lance, I prefer to let him come to me if he really wants to wrangle. The thing is, I'm pretty sure he's all talk, no action. Just hide out in this cloud of smoke with me, and if's brave enough to wander by, I'll take care of him.

Lance

Mr Geist, hello! Lance Mannion. I know your brother, Polter.

Lance

And your beautiful sister Zeit. She sure gets around, doesn't she?

Paul T. Geist

Ah, don't think you have a ghost of a chance of knowing my brother. Chain smoker? I like a girl with a smokey voice. This Kossi chick, she looks a little off.

Lance

Ah, sis, lost with you in the clouds, what a dream come true! Or is it a Sinatra song come true?

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