http://songofbullets.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] songofbullets.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-12-06 08:13 pm
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El. In the bar. Coffee.

[identity profile] pointed-spoon.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
He eventually cheats- he didn't have a lizard- and pulls one out of shadow.

It's an intriguing shade of fuschia, and has a forked tongue that it flickers out. In all, the creature is as long as a man's thumb.

"His name is Bennett."

[identity profile] pointed-spoon.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Only if you eat it."

He strokes the creature's head.

"Toxins in the liver."

[identity profile] pointed-spoon.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then?"

He sets his hand on the bar, and lets the lizard scuttle along to where El is sitting.

[identity profile] pointed-spoon.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"What makes you the person to say who's right?"

The lizard skitters up his hand and starts climbing his arm.

[identity profile] pointed-spoon.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'd best not meet Random's sweetheart, then."

Amberites plus vengeance equals so not good.

"Why do you kill the men of the cartel?"

[identity profile] pointed-spoon.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you need me to point out the flaw in that to you? Or have you guessed it for yourself?"

Just sayin'

[identity profile] pointed-spoon.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Meat, cooked or raw. Small chunks, the half the size of a fingernail. If there's none let it loose and it will get crickets or flies for itself."