Postby SandChigger » 28 Jan 2009 20:08
He came in. A man in a black stillsuit with black robes and a black mask that resembled old Arabian dress. He had the blue-within-blue eyes of spice addiction, but that didn't necessarily mean he was a Fremen. He had apparently ridden a worm into 'Keen, but nobody really cared. He kept his mouth filter on at all times. Until he walked into a bar.
He was the Sloe Desert Rider.
It was a dim bar, with several men around the main counter, and smoke in the air. The stranger ignored the others and walked straight to the bar and ordered a spice whiskey. Two or three of the other men kept staring at him.
The bartender brought him his drink, and he removed his mouth filter. The man looked down at the drink for a long moment, then picked it up and drained it in a single gulp.
"Another," he said, so the bartender filled his glass again.
"Haaaaaaaah," the man let out a long rasping sigh after downing the second drink.
"Stranger, you OK?" the bartender asked him. "Something happen to ya?"
"Man...," the man said. "It was amazing. ... I just had my first blowjob."
All the men in earshot thought about that for a minute, then nodded their understanding. The bartender smiled as he poured the man another drink.
"Here, son, this one's on the house," he said. "It'll take more than two to wash the taste away."
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