Apr 22, 2010 22:39
The kid who stomps in, rolling his eyes, has keys jingling in one hand and his teeth grinding almost audibly; he was not intending to wander into a cross-dimensional watering hole.
If the last few months attested to anything, however, it was that what John Wayne Cleaver 'intended' was not always how things ended up. In fact, it was rarely the case. Usually, he was confounded by the fact that People Made No Sense. Today, something greater was apparently at work.
He stops, looks around, and instantly jams the keys into his pocket. Then he taps the ground with one foot, making sure he's on terra firma, before taking the next step.
Ladies and gentleman, there is a newbie in the bar.
helen haras-uquara