Words, Words, Words - pt. 1 by MadKatter, literature
Literature
Words, Words, Words - pt. 1
Bruised, battered, and beaten were three words that could describe Harry Wilhelm on any given day. A few other words would be 'redhead,' 'alcoholic,' and 'halfbreed vampire.'
If you really wanted to get down to the brass tacks, you could also call him a snooping, nosy, know-it-all reporter. But just the last would usually do.
"I'm really sorry about that, Harry," the bartender was saying.
Harry looked up from his pocket-sized notebook and grinned, a facial expression that emphasised his thin lips and fangs. "Did I miss something, Ernie?" he said. "Was it you that threw me through the window?"
"No," Ernie said. "But have another on me, any
The air tasted of vomit, sweat, and alcohol. I was in a small-town bar in a big-time city. Dark, secluded, and patronised exclusively by regulars.
I wasn't a regular.
I sat quietly in the back, trying not to draw attention. I wasn't looking for a fight, which was unusual. I just wanted to forget some things and go home. So I kept my head down and tried to keep my tail from detaching.
My name is Jack, and I'm a six foot lizard.
Well, two inches shy of six foot. Who's counting?
I'd slipped a twenty on the table when I walked in. The wait-staff had seen it and kept the drinks coming - I don't know what they were. The air was too thick with scent