A Lighthearted Moment with the New Confederacy
Jul 1, 2014 22:22:56 GMT -5
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Post by Bonnie Blue on Jul 1, 2014 22:22:56 GMT -5
Monday, midmorning, and the New Confederacy are aboard Doc Henry's Gulfstream, moments from landing at the Van Nuys municipal airport, neither man in an especially cheerful mood. Johnny sits on the edge of a plump chair covered in the finest Italian leather. He tries to lean back for possibly the hundredth time since boarding the jet, only to be painfully reminded of the previous night's brutal whipping. He glances over at his partner, whose neck has become a single purplish blotch all the way around.
"I don't fuckin' believe this shit," Johnny says. "The Hell is Lerch thinkin' these days?"
Doc shrugs. "Dunno," he replies, voice scratchy and barely audible. "One thing's sure, though. We gonna have to have words with him about this."
"Right. 'Cause historically speakin', that's always worked. Shit.. ya sound like the Kurgan now. Is that perm'nent?"
Henry's brow furrows slightly, as if this observation is a surprise. He decides to test it out. "There can be only one!" He grins. "Hey, you're right!"
"Great. Now all ya need's a big ass sword." Reb doesn't sound particularly enthusiastic.
"What the fuck's up your ass, bro? I'm the one that got strangled half to death!"
"Yeah, an' you wanna go whinin' to Lerch about it! The guy who instigated this in the first place! Them bitches mighta been the trigger men, but he pointed the gun!" Johnny is half out of his seat at this point.
"There are rules to be observed, Johnny, in case your two year hiatus made ya forget. Anyway, you're mad 'cause you got your ass whooped, an' it turned you on."
"What?!" Johnny says, indignant now. "That's absolutely ridic -- " He stops, thinks about it for a second, and all the tension melts away. "Well, ok, maybe a little. I mean... if only it hadn't been Sarah Twilight."
Reb paces the length of the cabin, still distressed, while Doc picks up a water pipe from the floor and lights it up.
"I gotta admit... I still kinda have wood. Actually, I got a hard-on them Japanese cat-girls couldn't scratch..."
Doc snickers, trying very hard not to lose his toke. Johnny looks at him sharply, something in his partner's body language making him suspicious. He is forcibly reminded of Doc's promise to repay him for his little joke.
"That's because," Doc informs him proudly, "I put Viagra in the bong water!"
"You better be kiddin'!" But Henry's smile tells Reb otherwise. "It's been way more'n four hours! That's dangerous!"
"Johnny, that rule is for old people. Now, sit down, relax, an'... smoke this," Doc tells him, handing him the water pipe. "It'll make ya feel better."
Without thinking, Reb snatches the bong and takes a good, long hit. At which point, Doc starts laughing and laughing, until he works himself into a coughing fit. Johnny is puzzled for a brief moment; then, panicking slightly, he lets out the toke.
"You motherfucker! That's the same bong from last night!" Reb's tone is accusatory. Something else finally filters through his slightly hazy consciousness. "Hey, you been hittin' that thing, too..."
"Yep," Henry agrees. "But I'm always hard, so it don't make no diff'rence."
Johnny sinks into his seat once more, sulking a little, but mostly for show.
"This makes us even now, right?" Reb asks.
Doc gives him an enigmatic smile. "Sure..."
"I don't fuckin' believe this shit," Johnny says. "The Hell is Lerch thinkin' these days?"
Doc shrugs. "Dunno," he replies, voice scratchy and barely audible. "One thing's sure, though. We gonna have to have words with him about this."
"Right. 'Cause historically speakin', that's always worked. Shit.. ya sound like the Kurgan now. Is that perm'nent?"
Henry's brow furrows slightly, as if this observation is a surprise. He decides to test it out. "There can be only one!" He grins. "Hey, you're right!"
"Great. Now all ya need's a big ass sword." Reb doesn't sound particularly enthusiastic.
"What the fuck's up your ass, bro? I'm the one that got strangled half to death!"
"Yeah, an' you wanna go whinin' to Lerch about it! The guy who instigated this in the first place! Them bitches mighta been the trigger men, but he pointed the gun!" Johnny is half out of his seat at this point.
"There are rules to be observed, Johnny, in case your two year hiatus made ya forget. Anyway, you're mad 'cause you got your ass whooped, an' it turned you on."
"What?!" Johnny says, indignant now. "That's absolutely ridic -- " He stops, thinks about it for a second, and all the tension melts away. "Well, ok, maybe a little. I mean... if only it hadn't been Sarah Twilight."
Reb paces the length of the cabin, still distressed, while Doc picks up a water pipe from the floor and lights it up.
"I gotta admit... I still kinda have wood. Actually, I got a hard-on them Japanese cat-girls couldn't scratch..."
Doc snickers, trying very hard not to lose his toke. Johnny looks at him sharply, something in his partner's body language making him suspicious. He is forcibly reminded of Doc's promise to repay him for his little joke.
"That's because," Doc informs him proudly, "I put Viagra in the bong water!"
"You better be kiddin'!" But Henry's smile tells Reb otherwise. "It's been way more'n four hours! That's dangerous!"
"Johnny, that rule is for old people. Now, sit down, relax, an'... smoke this," Doc tells him, handing him the water pipe. "It'll make ya feel better."
Without thinking, Reb snatches the bong and takes a good, long hit. At which point, Doc starts laughing and laughing, until he works himself into a coughing fit. Johnny is puzzled for a brief moment; then, panicking slightly, he lets out the toke.
"You motherfucker! That's the same bong from last night!" Reb's tone is accusatory. Something else finally filters through his slightly hazy consciousness. "Hey, you been hittin' that thing, too..."
"Yep," Henry agrees. "But I'm always hard, so it don't make no diff'rence."
Johnny sinks into his seat once more, sulking a little, but mostly for show.
"This makes us even now, right?" Reb asks.
Doc gives him an enigmatic smile. "Sure..."
