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An entrance
The front door does not open. There is no fanfare or exclamations.
Simply a man, where there was not one before.
He's about six feet tall, dark, dressed in a suit and topcoat. He has a scarf. And shades.
And a lighter in his hand. It's black. And he plays with it a lot.
So. Just a man.
In a bar.
He may hurt you.
Simply a man, where there was not one before.
He's about six feet tall, dark, dressed in a suit and topcoat. He has a scarf. And shades.
And a lighter in his hand. It's black. And he plays with it a lot.
So. Just a man.
In a bar.
He may hurt you.
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And a hand is waved. 'Rules. Are there? That's interesting.'
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Tim ticks them off.
"No violence. No business, so no soul buying, and no sex or nudity in public."
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'I thought that breaking rules was in my job description. How disappointing.'
Not really though. Because he prefers to get the humans to break the rules and then just sits back and enjoys the show. That's his idea of entertainment.
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It's a legitimate question.
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'No. Where I'm from, I'm about as endless as it gets.'
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Tim counts them off on his fingers.
"Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair and Delirium. They help us keep the rules."
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'I suppose everyone likes a place to come and have drink then.'
He tends to be flip when things like this are talked about.
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Tim shrugs.
"And they like to have it be somewhat calm."
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And with a wink, and a last laugh, he's gone.
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