The guy wore leather, and a lot of it. The kind that you wear because you remember that in ancient times they used to boil the stuff and use it as armor, not the kind that goes with whips and bedrooms.
Okay, fair enough, even in Key West.
He was riding a motorcycle - indoors, yet.
Wierd, wierd enough to be one of ours, but not too far beyond the pale.
Being presumably of the safety concious type, he still had his helmet on.
And it was a doozy, like a flowerpot to fit your head, with a hold cut in one side. It didn't have a visor, though, just a pair of heavy duty goggles, and on the sides a couple of lumps like hemispherical eggtimers.
Well, -that- I'd never seen before.
The motorcycle, now that it was bringing itself to a complete stop, had a jet engine.
I say, bringing -itself- because the guy on top seemed to be making friends with Morpheus, or at least in a state of drunk at which even so much a contemplating driving is no longer an option - that is to say, down for the count.
But none of those were the wierdest thing.
"Hey, Jake," says the Long Drink.
"Yeah?"
"'Dis guy just popped outta da wall, right?"
"Looked like it."
"Oh. 'Kay."
And with that exchange finished, I came out from behind the bar to look him over.
Blessed be.
-n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."
Okay, fair enough, even in Key West.
He was riding a motorcycle - indoors, yet.
Wierd, wierd enough to be one of ours, but not too far beyond the pale.
Being presumably of the safety concious type, he still had his helmet on.
And it was a doozy, like a flowerpot to fit your head, with a hold cut in one side. It didn't have a visor, though, just a pair of heavy duty goggles, and on the sides a couple of lumps like hemispherical eggtimers.
Well, -that- I'd never seen before.
The motorcycle, now that it was bringing itself to a complete stop, had a jet engine.
I say, bringing -itself- because the guy on top seemed to be making friends with Morpheus, or at least in a state of drunk at which even so much a contemplating driving is no longer an option - that is to say, down for the count.
But none of those were the wierdest thing.
"Hey, Jake," says the Long Drink.
"Yeah?"
"'Dis guy just popped outta da wall, right?"
"Looked like it."
"Oh. 'Kay."
And with that exchange finished, I came out from behind the bar to look him over.
Blessed be.
-n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."