Lady... er, Kates. Erhm, Miss Kates. Lady.
Ruckus glanced around at the gradually tightening ring of human gristle as Kates's guards had stepped into place around them.
How are you? How are the folks?
LoveGun cut a sharp look his way. They really weren't much for socialization, she knew, but surely he should be able to do better than this. Kates sighed, unimpressed.
"Ah..." LoveGun tried to explain "His mind ain't'n too great, y'know. Tell ya, one time we was on a bender and the rum run out, he drank half a lantern'a kerosene 'fore he noticed."
"Well.." Kates gave a lift of her eyebrows in a politely condescending 'isn't that something' sort of gesture. She lifted her glass from the table and downed the remainder of her drink in one confident gulp and paused thoughtfully, folding the edge of one lip under the other to collect the last drops of booze. "What do you want?"
We want t'makes you an offer.
Ruckus piped up before LoveGun could stop him.
"Oh good lord," Kates exhaled in the logical equivalent of a broken back. "What could you two idiots possibly have to offer me? I..." She breathed deeply, catching back up with the demure, ladylike side of herself. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call names, and I certainly didn't mean to imply any sort of mental shortcomings on your part. You're... you're not stupid, okay? You just... you say incredibly ridiculous, fucking STUPID things. I... grahhhhhh!"
Well, uhhhh, we could offer you some...
He glanced once more at the piles of sinew aligned around him.
...Added protection. I mean, y'know, there's obvious some deeply disturbed people prowlin' about what would like nothin' more than t'clock yer timecard, so t'speak.
"Hi!" Lovegun punctuated with a wave.
"Huh." Kates slumped.
"Listen, 'tween yous 'n' us," LoveGun leaned in closer to Kates, "we could do lots for ya in yer particular... area of operation. See, we's pirates."
Kates coughed, her esophagus crammed full of obsurdity. "Fucking pirates?!"
Hey hey! Don't go spreadin' that round. Ain't strawberry jam, y'know.
"Alright," Kates was wrestling with herself(with or without hot oil), her rational side wanting to tell these people to bug off, but her curious and risky side wanting to hear more. "Fine. Show me something."
If you were to wander into the shipyard that day and weave your way around through and between the cargo ships, past the dry docks, out to a grimy peer that had been temporarily closed for at least a decade, and shimmied down to a small iron catwalk just above the water, you would have found, tied to a rusty broken bolt, a small wooden dinghy, proudly flying the Jolly Roger.
"'Ere she is!"
"Oh," Kates said, in a moment of grand realization. "You're joking, this is a joke. Are you Jack Benny?"
No, what? I sold bennies to a guy name of Jack once, though. And I happen t'think we'd make fine, uh, businessmen.
LoveGun jabbed her elbow into his side.
Peoples.
Kates couldn't even blink. "Business people? You're pirates! And not even good pirates, look at your goddamn boat!"
"Not good pirates?!" LoveGun interjected. "I'll have you t'know, lady, that we's excellent pirates!"
Yeah, 'tis true! Just this week, in this here fine vessel, we've commandeered, two sea lions!
"And a turtle!" Added LoveGun.
And a turtle.
"Big turtle!" She continued.
It was big.
"Really big turtle!"
Well... pretty big, anyway.
"And a taco cart in Veracruz." |