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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 19, 2009 15:38:15 GMT -5
Leon reappears from behind the bar, draws his pistol and fires twice at something or things out of sight. He wipes his hands, grabs a bottle each of scotch, whiskey, and rum and saunters over to Dan and sits down across from him. He pushes the bottles across the table, looks down nonchalantly at the sleeping nutter Noah, then speaks.
"There's a few drinks in trade for the happy grass. Haven't seen any of that in months. Maybe years. Don't mind us, by the way. The zombie apocalypse is a little stressful and while we may hold our wits together tighter than a gnat's ass when the zeds...or terminators? Really, what the fuck?...appear, when the danger isn't imminent, we blow off some of that steam by, uh, lowering our inhibitions. Now let Doctor Fubar give you something to help you relax."
Leon has been fiddling in his coat and before Dan can object, Leon has jabbed him in the forearm and is already cleaning the needle.
"You'll see some pretty colors and feel really good before I finish saying 'Dan, what a cute kid you have!'"
He grins and pats Noah on the head, then watches Dan to make sure he doesn't have some adverse reaction like breaking out into hives or spontaneously combusting.
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