awake after a long sleep

[riskybusiness]

No. Absolutely not. Not only do you bring me here, you bring me here alone. What the hell is wrong with you?

And why now? It's been enough years that I could have been content, and you wouldn't have to explain that night all over again. (It was bad enough the first dozen times.) But instead you dragged me into this place. Out in the open. You're really just asking for it.

....

Fine. Have it your way. But, remember, I don't play nice. And you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

Comments

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Few people are enjoyable when angry.

[riskybusiness]

Oh, I have a blast. It's a little messy for everyone else.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Messier than dead bodies everywhere?

[riskybusiness]

Sometimes they're still alive. I've gotten a lot better about the body count. The boss doesn't like to pay for cleanup, so it comes out of my wages.

[Chance, you can't just talk about that in public]

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Mafia?

[riskybusiness]

Heh. No. I'm not into playing with dead bodies that way.

Officially, I'm a bouncer at a nightclub.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Officially?

[Dude, he can smell the blood on you and he's not even Toby. Come clean already]

[riskybusiness]

Yeah. Whatcha think a guy like me isn't up for the job?

[notrequiredtomakesense]

I'm just intrigued by "officially". People can be a lot of different things "officially".

[riskybusiness]

"Officially" I'm only 17, too. Howaboutthat?

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Nothing new for me.

[Says the 300 year old twenty something]

...Is it just me, or do you smell blood?

[riskybusiness]

I always smell blood. Nothing new for me either.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Your own?

[riskybusiness]

Nope.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

...what I'm smelling is coming from your direction.

[Are we doing this the easy way or the annoying way, kid?]

[riskybusiness]

[definitely the annoying way, cat.]

A rumble at the club. Nothing out of the ordinary.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

[The look on his face clearly says he doesn't buy that]

Really now?

[riskybusiness]

As far as you know.

You're awfully curious, stranger.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

[That smile? Positively feline]

A fatal flaw, or so I'm told by my mistress.

[He's too old to say "girlfriend"]

[riskybusiness]

"Mistress" huh? Yeah, okay. Do people nowadays even still say that? Seems a little Old World to me.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

I still say it, so yes, people still say that today.

[riskybusiness]

I said "people" not "you."

[notrequiredtomakesense]

I know several other people who also use the term.

[They're all just his age or older]

[riskybusiness]

Yeah, well I know several people who still sleep in the dirt of the Old Country, and that doesn't make it any less weird.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

By Old Country, you mean Europe?

[riskybusiness]

Yeah, Europe. I don't see how those old fogies think that European dirt makes them any less dusty than American dirt, but whatever keeps ya' from going crazy.

[notrequiredtomakesense]

Why would dirt matter?