Di Saval Chronicles [number that comes after six]
Verse 6 must be read before you embark on this latest entry of wonder and goodness, else what you will witness on this page will make very little (or, littler) sense than it should.
First off... My apologies to the people who actually give a damn bout this story and have been waiting a little over a month for this... I've been... not too grand and my inspiration has truly wavered. I had to force myself to write this for you guys and it was a lot harder than I thought... I had to get back into the groooove.
Secondly, I have referenced so many things in this part that I feel the need to make a list right now in case I get tax accountants on my ass (who don't look as hot as Cas) bout copyright laws and all that.
Refs used in this piece: (DON'T READ TILL AFTER YOU READ THE STORY!!)
Dark Knight, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Shrek, Supernatural, *giggles* Gravitation, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and Zero Punctuation. So yea, that's why Bruce Wayne is suddenly a mix of Ryuichi Sakuma and Shuichi Shindo. On crack.
YOU CAN READ THE DESCRIPTION AGAIN NOW
Also, because I made you wait so long, Dizzy, you have everything you wanted in the story: your camera, a ghost kitty, dealing with children, Renegade by Styx... hope you can forgive the er... storyline XD in all truth, Sa suggested it.
Disclaimer: This is all for shits and giggles, written by me when a plotbunny whacked me over the head with a spoon of epic proportions. All characters mentioned in this piece (not including Sa, Diz and I) are only used for fun, same applies to all quotes posted: no copyright infringement was intended at all and no offence was meant. All ideas for freakishly weirdo plotlines were taken from actual conversations between darkwings08and I... some things were just born out of my tired, overworked and incredibly random brain.
Made purely for enjoyment so... go forth and enjoy!
BE WARNED this part is epically long, very random and may contain traces of nuts.
The great misadventure of silentdizo, darkwings08and I continues.
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Verse [number that comes after six] - The Long Awaited Story of The Diz
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There are days when the Tentacle decides to be silent. Sometimes those days turn to weeks and those weeks to months and perchance years, however, the Tentacle decides to flail its wiggly elbow at me before the months turn indeed to years and thus here I am, dear readers, writing to you again on behalf of my muse, bad spelling and shitty grammar galore.
These last few weeks have been eventful for all of us, in the normal world. But I am not permitted to tell you all about how I faced a rather unfortunate turn of events, how Diz got up the courage to do something epic, how Sebby the ghost-now-not-quite-ghost cat wrote a story that could only have been penned by the Tentacle Itself and how Sa has managed to go through an astounding amount of fanfiction that could easily get her committed. No, I cannot tell you any of that, as the Tentacle forbids it. I must, as It says, pen the story of this adventure.
So I guess I can’t dawdle any more. Dammit. Here goes.
When Sa and I stand up in the high-speed train we landed in and look around, we notice something mightily important.
“Val,”
“Sa,”
“Umm, where’s Diz?”
And that, my friends, is a good question. And for a long time, Sa and I can’t figure this out, so we spend a few hours playing poker with randoms on the high-speed train to get enough money to elope.
I’m kidding.
The Tentacle is cackling at me for being a slow writer. I want to tell it to go insert a life-line exercise card into Its anus if It had one, but I fear for my life. Moving on.
We did spend a few hours on the train playing poker, and winning, mind you, with absolutely no intention of eloping, and absolutely no idea where Diz was or what she was up to. It was only on the fourth hour - since that is more than “a couple” and just over “a few” - when the high-speed train crashed off the rails and propelled us all forward into a black hole of my mind that sent us into hyperspace - where we have been - for many a week, that she had time to tell us what happened…
…The first thing she sees when she comes to is a huge glass ceiling, and, actually, come to think of it, glass everywhere. Windows, ceiling… luckily some walls are opaque. She realizes also that she’s lying in a huge soft bed of silk and satin.
Oh boy.
She closes her eyes. “Please let it be a fic please let it be a fic please let it be a fic please let it be a…”
“Are you awake, Miss Brigid?”
“Eh?” Diz sits up in bed, dislodging Sebby from her head as she does so. At least she’s not alone in this. No one appears to be in the room.
“Would you care for some breakfast?” the bodiless voice asks politely. Diz glances around the whole room- that is far too bright due to the overwhelming amount of glass - and finally sees someone standing by the door.
“Umm… sure…” Diz says without thinking, coz she’s been in Val’s mind for a few weeks now and she’s damned hungry, thank you very much. And the VIP pass doesn’t offer free meals. The person by the door leaves and Diz is left to think. The first thing she thinks is “well, this isn’t a fic…” the second thing is “well… this isn’t a fic…” the third thing is “where in all things yaoi am I?” (obviously not in all things yaoi, but that gag is getting old, no?)
Sebby stretches on the bed beside her.
“D’you have any idea where we are?” she asks him quietly, scratching him behind the ears.
“You went through the Well, you could be anywhere.”
“Anywhere as in… in Val’s mind or anywhere-anywhere?”
“Val’s mind stretches to some pretty strange places, you’re still in her brain, just not with her at the moment.”
“Well that’s helpful isn’t it.” Diz huffs slightly. The fourth thing she’s thinking is “where in heck is my camera.”
The man - who looks remarkably like Michael Caine - returns with a tray of toast, eggs, bacon and orange juice. Diz digs in hungrily.
“Thank you,” she mumbles through a semi-full mouthful of breakfast and the man just smiles at her. She decides it would be polite to ask him who he is and where she is and why she’s here. And where her camera is.
“Sorry to appear rude but… who are you? Where am I and why am I here?”
“Not at all, Miss Brigid. I am Alfred Pennyworth, butler to Mr. Bruce Wayne. And you are currently in his residence. Why you are here, I cannot answer you.”
“Can’t or don’t want to?” she asks before she can stop herself. Alfred laughs.
“Would you like anything else?”
“Umm no, thank you…”
“Very well.” He turns to leave.
“Wait!! Sorry, but… do you know where my camera is? It’s a Canon Rebel XS and it’s black and I really like it coz it’s basically the only thing in the world with which I can work and know that I am making something look awesome even though Val tells me I’m awesome at loads of things and I don’t believe her anyway mum bought it for me ages ago and I’ve been in love with it ever since you haven’t seen it have you?”
Alfred blinks and tries to process the paragraph of information delivered to him in two seconds flat. After a few moments he tells Diz that he will certainly ask Mr. Wayne about it when he returns and that she shouldn’t worry. With that he leaves.
Beside her Sebby appears to be laughing.
“What?” Diz asks, looking annoyed, deciding that she won’t share her bacon after all. Sebby continues to shake with laughter. “What??”
With a slightly gummy-blah-fleh sound Sebby stops shaking and looks up at her calmly.
“Hairball. What were you yelling about?”
“…that’s gross…” she says, remembering Felix and feeling homesick and revolted at the same time. “I was gonna ask what you were laughing about but… I mean… dude do you know where we are?”
“…you don’t?”
Diz shakes her head slowly, with a look on her face that can only be described as the “Sam is concentrating on research while thinking about something much more exciting. Like lunch.” Look. Seb blinks at her.
“Bruce Wayne…” he says. No response. Lunch truly is fascinating.
“You’re telling me you don’t… get up. Now.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re leaving.”
“But, my camera!”
“We’ll get it.”
“You know where it is?”
“We’ll. Get. It. Move!”
It takes them a little while to find the exit of the penthouse. A little longer to find the amazing garage that resides under the apartment complex in which Bruce Wayne lives and hardly any time at all to find the Lamborghini. It also takes them mere microseconds to discover that Diz can’t drive and that Sebby possesses no opposable thumbs to grip the wheel with, even though he claims he is a very practiced driver, thank you very much. And about an hour to get to the container yard, since the bus is late and they take a wrong turn.
When they take the platform elevator down to the huge open space, they are greeted with an annoyed yelp.
“Stupid thing, DO SOMETHING!”
A man who looks exactly 32 years old sits at the end of the room in front of a whole series of computer screens showing very fascinating things, trying to get something black and small to do something that it obviously doesn’t want to do.
“I hate you! You’re not sparkly enough, that’s why you don’t work!”
“Umm… hello? Mr. er… Wayne…?”
Bruce Wayne looks up from the object he’s fiddling with and pouts.
“Make it work!” he holds the Canon Rebel out to Diz with a look of pure innocence. “Make it be sparkly!”
“Hey you found my camera!”
“Camera… camera…. Yes! I found it! I did! You had it when I had to swoop in and save you” he does a very convincing demonstration of how exactly he swooped in and saved Diz from whatever it was he had saved her from.
“Wait…” Diz’s eyes widen, Sebby looks like he’s prepared to acquaint his head repeatedly with the wall. “OHMIGOD… YOU’RE BATMAN!!”
“Yes,” Sebby says quietly, his voice teetering between hysteria and calm, neutral sarcasm, “He’s Batman.”
Bruce regards them with a look of mild fascination, eyes wide, mouth forming an “o”. Diz cocks her head at him slightly.
“Something’s not quite right with you… you seem a little… muddled.”
Sebby mumbles something akin to “oi vey” and yawns before curling up into a ball. Diz checks her camera as she thinks about what to do next. Bruce gets bored pretty quickly and starts spinning on his spinning-chair.
“Stop that.” Diz grabs the chair and looks at him like one would at a 3-year-old. “Don’t. Listen, do you know where my friends are? One’s really tall and one’s really cute? Or at least she acts like she’s God’s gift to men?”
“Friends… friends… friiiiieeeeennndssss… on the speedy-train!! Everyone’s on the speedy-train!”
“Speedy train…” Diz repeats weakly. Sebby scoffs by her feet.
“Yes, the ‘speedy train’. This is like talking to a mute duck, but with less success…”
“Ok, do you know of someone named Dave?”
At this Bruce stops moving and his eyes - if possible - grow larger. Suddenly, without warning he keels off his chair and lands loudly on the floor. Within seconds he’s up and on his feet.
“…you ok?”
“…fine. What do you want?” Bruce replies, sounding much more buff than before.
“…do you know someone named Dave…?”
“I know a lot of people,” replies Bruce nonchalantly, “what of it?”
“I’m just… looking for someone named Dave and I have no idea who he is… or, actually, what he is come to that… never mind.”
Bruce raises an eyebrow.
“I know a Dave, sure. Haven’t talked to him for a while, he used to work in my company.”
“Used to?” asks Diz, bouncing on the balls of her feet as though Renegade by Styx just started playing.
“Yea, he left a while back. Got insanely obsessed with some chick and just ran off. Said he wanted to marry her.”
“Do you know where he went??” The jig is up, the news is out, They finally found me, The renegade who had it made, Retrieved for a bounty…
“Said something about the sea, try there.”
“THANK YOU!! Umm… how do I get to the sea?”
“Take the train, it goes all over the city and to the outskirts.”
“Thanks again.”
It takes them half an hour to find a train stop. The train doesn’t stop often. It’s a speed train.
When she enters the train with Sebby on her shoulder the first thing she notices is the lack of people. She walks through the compartments, trying to find one that has at least one person in it, and suddenly hears something that makes her heart skip a beat.
“It’s just coz I’m awesome. No argument. I just proved it to you! Pay up buster, you owe me half a grand and your watch.”
Diz walks faster to the only compartment left, right at the head of the train that appears to be packed. As she opens the door she is greeted by a familiar sight.
Sa is sitting behind one of the tables chewing a piece of grass looking incredibly bored. Beside her is an annoyed looking man who is counting out fifties from his wallet. Across from her sits…
“VAL!!”
“Yo, where’ve you been?” I ask without looking up. I know that tone well.
“Well I met Bruce Wayne…”
“Really?” Sa looks up, suddenly interested.
“Is he as hot as he appears on screen?”
“He’s really weird…” Diz comes up to the crowded table and slips in beside me. “He talks like he’s a little kid… then he changed and acted all manly…”
I pale. Not again.
“What’s up?” asks Sa, reading me like a book. “You mixed up two stories again?”
“Something like that.” I grab my money, fold it and place it in my pocket, sweeping the cards up off the table. “Ok guys, party’s over.”
“You promised the next round would be strip poker!” someone shouts.
“Look, buddy, I really don’t want to see you naked. Now leave. Depart. Vanish.”
The crowd disperses as I cut the deck absently, Diz plays with her camera and Sa chews her piece of grass.
“If I ever have the crazy idea to watch Gravitation and The Dark Knight in one night please stop me.” I say to no one in particular as I fan out the cards and collect them again.
“And we still have no idea who Dave is…” Sa comments after staring at me as though I have tits and am on fire. Well, I have tits… not on fire…
“YES WE DO!!” Diz grins from ear to ear. “Batman told me to take the train to the beach, he says he knew a Dave who left a while back to marry some girl on a beach.”
“…if this wasn’t my mind I would tell you that you’re crazy.”
“Guys,” Sa spits out her piece of grass with the grace of a movie star and points out the window.
“What?” we say in unison. Sebby just yawns.
“We ain’t in Gotham anymore.”
First off... My apologies to the people who actually give a damn bout this story and have been waiting a little over a month for this... I've been... not too grand and my inspiration has truly wavered. I had to force myself to write this for you guys and it was a lot harder than I thought... I had to get back into the groooove.
Secondly, I have referenced so many things in this part that I feel the need to make a list right now in case I get tax accountants on my ass (who don't look as hot as Cas) bout copyright laws and all that.
Refs used in this piece: (DON'T READ TILL AFTER YOU READ THE STORY!!)
Dark Knight, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Shrek, Supernatural, *giggles* Gravitation, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and Zero Punctuation. So yea, that's why Bruce Wayne is suddenly a mix of Ryuichi Sakuma and Shuichi Shindo. On crack.
YOU CAN READ THE DESCRIPTION AGAIN NOW
Also, because I made you wait so long, Dizzy, you have everything you wanted in the story: your camera, a ghost kitty, dealing with children, Renegade by Styx... hope you can forgive the er... storyline XD in all truth, Sa suggested it.
Disclaimer: This is all for shits and giggles, written by me when a plotbunny whacked me over the head with a spoon of epic proportions. All characters mentioned in this piece (not including Sa, Diz and I) are only used for fun, same applies to all quotes posted: no copyright infringement was intended at all and no offence was meant. All ideas for freakishly weirdo plotlines were taken from actual conversations between darkwings08and I... some things were just born out of my tired, overworked and incredibly random brain.
Made purely for enjoyment so... go forth and enjoy!
BE WARNED this part is epically long, very random and may contain traces of nuts.
The great misadventure of silentdizo, darkwings08and I continues.
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Verse [number that comes after six] - The Long Awaited Story of The Diz
--~*~--
There are days when the Tentacle decides to be silent. Sometimes those days turn to weeks and those weeks to months and perchance years, however, the Tentacle decides to flail its wiggly elbow at me before the months turn indeed to years and thus here I am, dear readers, writing to you again on behalf of my muse, bad spelling and shitty grammar galore.
These last few weeks have been eventful for all of us, in the normal world. But I am not permitted to tell you all about how I faced a rather unfortunate turn of events, how Diz got up the courage to do something epic, how Sebby the ghost-now-not-quite-ghost cat wrote a story that could only have been penned by the Tentacle Itself and how Sa has managed to go through an astounding amount of fanfiction that could easily get her committed. No, I cannot tell you any of that, as the Tentacle forbids it. I must, as It says, pen the story of this adventure.
So I guess I can’t dawdle any more. Dammit. Here goes.
When Sa and I stand up in the high-speed train we landed in and look around, we notice something mightily important.
“Val,”
“Sa,”
“Umm, where’s Diz?”
And that, my friends, is a good question. And for a long time, Sa and I can’t figure this out, so we spend a few hours playing poker with randoms on the high-speed train to get enough money to elope.
I’m kidding.
The Tentacle is cackling at me for being a slow writer. I want to tell it to go insert a life-line exercise card into Its anus if It had one, but I fear for my life. Moving on.
We did spend a few hours on the train playing poker, and winning, mind you, with absolutely no intention of eloping, and absolutely no idea where Diz was or what she was up to. It was only on the fourth hour - since that is more than “a couple” and just over “a few” - when the high-speed train crashed off the rails and propelled us all forward into a black hole of my mind that sent us into hyperspace - where we have been - for many a week, that she had time to tell us what happened…
…The first thing she sees when she comes to is a huge glass ceiling, and, actually, come to think of it, glass everywhere. Windows, ceiling… luckily some walls are opaque. She realizes also that she’s lying in a huge soft bed of silk and satin.
Oh boy.
She closes her eyes. “Please let it be a fic please let it be a fic please let it be a fic please let it be a…”
“Are you awake, Miss Brigid?”
“Eh?” Diz sits up in bed, dislodging Sebby from her head as she does so. At least she’s not alone in this. No one appears to be in the room.
“Would you care for some breakfast?” the bodiless voice asks politely. Diz glances around the whole room- that is far too bright due to the overwhelming amount of glass - and finally sees someone standing by the door.
“Umm… sure…” Diz says without thinking, coz she’s been in Val’s mind for a few weeks now and she’s damned hungry, thank you very much. And the VIP pass doesn’t offer free meals. The person by the door leaves and Diz is left to think. The first thing she thinks is “well, this isn’t a fic…” the second thing is “well… this isn’t a fic…” the third thing is “where in all things yaoi am I?” (obviously not in all things yaoi, but that gag is getting old, no?)
Sebby stretches on the bed beside her.
“D’you have any idea where we are?” she asks him quietly, scratching him behind the ears.
“You went through the Well, you could be anywhere.”
“Anywhere as in… in Val’s mind or anywhere-anywhere?”
“Val’s mind stretches to some pretty strange places, you’re still in her brain, just not with her at the moment.”
“Well that’s helpful isn’t it.” Diz huffs slightly. The fourth thing she’s thinking is “where in heck is my camera.”
The man - who looks remarkably like Michael Caine - returns with a tray of toast, eggs, bacon and orange juice. Diz digs in hungrily.
“Thank you,” she mumbles through a semi-full mouthful of breakfast and the man just smiles at her. She decides it would be polite to ask him who he is and where she is and why she’s here. And where her camera is.
“Sorry to appear rude but… who are you? Where am I and why am I here?”
“Not at all, Miss Brigid. I am Alfred Pennyworth, butler to Mr. Bruce Wayne. And you are currently in his residence. Why you are here, I cannot answer you.”
“Can’t or don’t want to?” she asks before she can stop herself. Alfred laughs.
“Would you like anything else?”
“Umm no, thank you…”
“Very well.” He turns to leave.
“Wait!! Sorry, but… do you know where my camera is? It’s a Canon Rebel XS and it’s black and I really like it coz it’s basically the only thing in the world with which I can work and know that I am making something look awesome even though Val tells me I’m awesome at loads of things and I don’t believe her anyway mum bought it for me ages ago and I’ve been in love with it ever since you haven’t seen it have you?”
Alfred blinks and tries to process the paragraph of information delivered to him in two seconds flat. After a few moments he tells Diz that he will certainly ask Mr. Wayne about it when he returns and that she shouldn’t worry. With that he leaves.
Beside her Sebby appears to be laughing.
“What?” Diz asks, looking annoyed, deciding that she won’t share her bacon after all. Sebby continues to shake with laughter. “What??”
With a slightly gummy-blah-fleh sound Sebby stops shaking and looks up at her calmly.
“Hairball. What were you yelling about?”
“…that’s gross…” she says, remembering Felix and feeling homesick and revolted at the same time. “I was gonna ask what you were laughing about but… I mean… dude do you know where we are?”
“…you don’t?”
Diz shakes her head slowly, with a look on her face that can only be described as the “Sam is concentrating on research while thinking about something much more exciting. Like lunch.” Look. Seb blinks at her.
“Bruce Wayne…” he says. No response. Lunch truly is fascinating.
“You’re telling me you don’t… get up. Now.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re leaving.”
“But, my camera!”
“We’ll get it.”
“You know where it is?”
“We’ll. Get. It. Move!”
It takes them a little while to find the exit of the penthouse. A little longer to find the amazing garage that resides under the apartment complex in which Bruce Wayne lives and hardly any time at all to find the Lamborghini. It also takes them mere microseconds to discover that Diz can’t drive and that Sebby possesses no opposable thumbs to grip the wheel with, even though he claims he is a very practiced driver, thank you very much. And about an hour to get to the container yard, since the bus is late and they take a wrong turn.
When they take the platform elevator down to the huge open space, they are greeted with an annoyed yelp.
“Stupid thing, DO SOMETHING!”
A man who looks exactly 32 years old sits at the end of the room in front of a whole series of computer screens showing very fascinating things, trying to get something black and small to do something that it obviously doesn’t want to do.
“I hate you! You’re not sparkly enough, that’s why you don’t work!”
“Umm… hello? Mr. er… Wayne…?”
Bruce Wayne looks up from the object he’s fiddling with and pouts.
“Make it work!” he holds the Canon Rebel out to Diz with a look of pure innocence. “Make it be sparkly!”
“Hey you found my camera!”
“Camera… camera…. Yes! I found it! I did! You had it when I had to swoop in and save you” he does a very convincing demonstration of how exactly he swooped in and saved Diz from whatever it was he had saved her from.
“Wait…” Diz’s eyes widen, Sebby looks like he’s prepared to acquaint his head repeatedly with the wall. “OHMIGOD… YOU’RE BATMAN!!”
“Yes,” Sebby says quietly, his voice teetering between hysteria and calm, neutral sarcasm, “He’s Batman.”
Bruce regards them with a look of mild fascination, eyes wide, mouth forming an “o”. Diz cocks her head at him slightly.
“Something’s not quite right with you… you seem a little… muddled.”
Sebby mumbles something akin to “oi vey” and yawns before curling up into a ball. Diz checks her camera as she thinks about what to do next. Bruce gets bored pretty quickly and starts spinning on his spinning-chair.
“Stop that.” Diz grabs the chair and looks at him like one would at a 3-year-old. “Don’t. Listen, do you know where my friends are? One’s really tall and one’s really cute? Or at least she acts like she’s God’s gift to men?”
“Friends… friends… friiiiieeeeennndssss… on the speedy-train!! Everyone’s on the speedy-train!”
“Speedy train…” Diz repeats weakly. Sebby scoffs by her feet.
“Yes, the ‘speedy train’. This is like talking to a mute duck, but with less success…”
“Ok, do you know of someone named Dave?”
At this Bruce stops moving and his eyes - if possible - grow larger. Suddenly, without warning he keels off his chair and lands loudly on the floor. Within seconds he’s up and on his feet.
“…you ok?”
“…fine. What do you want?” Bruce replies, sounding much more buff than before.
“…do you know someone named Dave…?”
“I know a lot of people,” replies Bruce nonchalantly, “what of it?”
“I’m just… looking for someone named Dave and I have no idea who he is… or, actually, what he is come to that… never mind.”
Bruce raises an eyebrow.
“I know a Dave, sure. Haven’t talked to him for a while, he used to work in my company.”
“Used to?” asks Diz, bouncing on the balls of her feet as though Renegade by Styx just started playing.
“Yea, he left a while back. Got insanely obsessed with some chick and just ran off. Said he wanted to marry her.”
“Do you know where he went??” The jig is up, the news is out, They finally found me, The renegade who had it made, Retrieved for a bounty…
“Said something about the sea, try there.”
“THANK YOU!! Umm… how do I get to the sea?”
“Take the train, it goes all over the city and to the outskirts.”
“Thanks again.”
It takes them half an hour to find a train stop. The train doesn’t stop often. It’s a speed train.
When she enters the train with Sebby on her shoulder the first thing she notices is the lack of people. She walks through the compartments, trying to find one that has at least one person in it, and suddenly hears something that makes her heart skip a beat.
“It’s just coz I’m awesome. No argument. I just proved it to you! Pay up buster, you owe me half a grand and your watch.”
Diz walks faster to the only compartment left, right at the head of the train that appears to be packed. As she opens the door she is greeted by a familiar sight.
Sa is sitting behind one of the tables chewing a piece of grass looking incredibly bored. Beside her is an annoyed looking man who is counting out fifties from his wallet. Across from her sits…
“VAL!!”
“Yo, where’ve you been?” I ask without looking up. I know that tone well.
“Well I met Bruce Wayne…”
“Really?” Sa looks up, suddenly interested.
“Is he as hot as he appears on screen?”
“He’s really weird…” Diz comes up to the crowded table and slips in beside me. “He talks like he’s a little kid… then he changed and acted all manly…”
I pale. Not again.
“What’s up?” asks Sa, reading me like a book. “You mixed up two stories again?”
“Something like that.” I grab my money, fold it and place it in my pocket, sweeping the cards up off the table. “Ok guys, party’s over.”
“You promised the next round would be strip poker!” someone shouts.
“Look, buddy, I really don’t want to see you naked. Now leave. Depart. Vanish.”
The crowd disperses as I cut the deck absently, Diz plays with her camera and Sa chews her piece of grass.
“If I ever have the crazy idea to watch Gravitation and The Dark Knight in one night please stop me.” I say to no one in particular as I fan out the cards and collect them again.
“And we still have no idea who Dave is…” Sa comments after staring at me as though I have tits and am on fire. Well, I have tits… not on fire…
“YES WE DO!!” Diz grins from ear to ear. “Batman told me to take the train to the beach, he says he knew a Dave who left a while back to marry some girl on a beach.”
“…if this wasn’t my mind I would tell you that you’re crazy.”
“Guys,” Sa spits out her piece of grass with the grace of a movie star and points out the window.
“What?” we say in unison. Sebby just yawns.
“We ain’t in Gotham anymore.”