Sydney’s frown deepened. Derek’s shoulders sagged.
“I’m not letting that guy in my bar again, Mickey. You know what happened last time,” Syndey said.
Last time, Brannigan started a fight with four water-farmers, three of whom were spiders. How he managed to fend off all of them spoke to just how crazy Brannigan could get, especially with a belly full of beer. The place was trashed, Sydney had to shut down early on one of the busiest nights of the week, and there were Imperium guards in the Faith No More for the next month to make sure everyone stayed in line. Needless to say, just about everyone stayed home and got pissed until the Imperium were satisfied that things had returned to semi-normal.
A-Ron had finally caught on to our presence. “Mickey! Grab me another seven wine coolers before you come ovah, wouldja?”
I looked over at Sydney. “Put it on my tab, darlin’. And Brannigan will be gone as soon as we’re done. Promise.”
Sydney only shook her head. “Whatevah….” She snapped open a few bottles, and left them on the bar. “Lock the door yourself. I’ll be in back when you’re ready.” Sydney walked off to her office in back.
“Derek, help me with these bottles,” I said.
“I still don’t understand how anyone drinks these fucking things, boss,” Derek replied.
“I know. But A-Ron loves his booze, and he loves his sugar. It’s better than seeing him eat, though.”
Derek cringed. We’d seen A-Ron devour a mule once. And no, it was far more revolting than you think.
Derek and I sat down, and A-Ron’s head tilted to the side. “This is unexpected pleasure - click -. Derek and Mickey -click-. Brannigan coming, too ? -click-."
If you’ve never spoken to a spider, they make clicking noises at the end of every sentence. Just FYI.
“Yeah, A-Ron, he’ll be here shortly. I left a message on his phone.” I said.
“Psycho -click-. He takes his medication -click-?”
I rolled my eyes. Brannigan and I went further back than anyone, and I was a little sensitive about people taking issue with Brannigan’s medication. The guy just wasn’t equipped to deal with the shit that he’d been through back on Earth. There were very few individuals that could, and only then because they had screws loose to begin with.
“Yes, A-Ron, he’s taking his medication.” A second later, the door flew open.
Of course, Brannigan just had to kick the fucking door. He couldn’t just push it with his hand.
He yelled: “Mickey! Derek! A-Ron!”
A-Ron shook his head. Derek looked down into his beer. I sighed.
“We’re over here, Brannigan.”
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