So I hit up the Snowman in the deep dark. We wandered over to the brickyard on the edge of Ward D and the Pyth by the chem plant, homeless reclamation center and where the gov is slaming down the CF19 super-train rail. Not the safest strip in New Atomic but with a bunch of punks and mods heading to the same party we were, I figured the only DHAG's around would be friendlys. Maybe not, lick-your-hand "let me fetch you a drink" kinda mugs but not the type to bear teeth without a reason either.
Well you can probly see where this is trickling. We hadn't been at the rock-spot for more than five minutes when trouble bubbled to the surface. I hadn't even drained my first warm brew from the row of dented silver pumpers when I see the Snowmans stupid fat-white-jacket moving far faster than the punk would ever desire to move. Of course, slipping through the crowd like greased eels are two heavy DHAG's.
By the time I made the door the deed was done. Best I can tell Snowman had made a comment or three that are best left unsaid in mixed company. Then to put a capper on 'em he pulled out a friggin' dog whistle and gave it a go. The DHAG's had enough of it and let a good whoopin follow. I dragged Snowman up of the curb and tossed him into a johnny and asked the driver to hit the closest Doc Shop.
Snowman should be rain in a couple days, and the new teeth might even help with the ladies.
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