Gregg Oden glances over at the second redbird he’s seen tonight before entering Audrey’s.
“Ahh, a fellow greenie,” Gregg directs toward Terry in a high, wispy voice. “I just saw you today. Terry the Royal Prince. West Virginia. Don’t remember?”
Not answering, Terry just stares at the strange green man with seaweed hair and pink tutu.
“Would you like to see something?” Gregg then asks. “Then you will be mine and I will be yours, Royal Prince. A Redbird for the Blue Jay.” Gregg pulls up his tutu and shoots a blinding light toward the bartender from beneath.
Baker Bloch should have seen it coming, pheh.
