“Soo… are you really Baker Bloch playing the role of Pitch Darkly or Pitch Darkly playing Baker Bloch? Enquiring readers want to know.”
“It’s to be determined, Hucka Doobie,” answers the man in question. Baker liked staring out at the lively action in front of the giant, virtual hotel, but he had another role to play tonight and Hucka needed to be seated in the forward facing chair to effect the setting. Because they were not alone tonight. Tronesisia sat on a stool at the coffee bar, pondering what she had just done.
Her new vehicle was parked in the middle of the aleyway behind the shop. Aley-way.
“Should we go up and talk to her?” asked Hucka Doobie, waiting for Baker Bloch to make the next move.
“Pawn to King 4,” he said, and walked straight to the bar, sitting beside Tronesisia. Hucka Doobie then joined them.
No one Everyone ordered drinks. It was a sober affair.
“There’s something about this place,” exclaims a flailing Pitch Darkly. Gravity all nonsense now, I suppose. Are we about done?”
“Yeah, 10 bottles for you and 10 for me.”
“That wasn’t the agreement. If you haven’t noticed I’m considerably larger than you. I’m 200 lbs. and you’re 50 soaking wet. So we’ll graciously say it’s a 4 to 1 ratio. That’s, let’s see, 4 for you and 16 for me.”
“12 and 8,” Buster Damm bartered in turn.
“14/6. And that’s my final offer.”
“Done.” Buster Damm spits in his hand and extends it to the flying Pitch, but the larger vampire’s dead ball era days were long gone. He’d take Buster’s word for it.
“That’s disgusting Buster.”
“Thank you. Better go get rid of the car.”