Us vs. the Apocalypse
Title: Centerfold
Word Count: 200
Crossposted: HERE at runaway-tales
Author's Note: I will neither confirm nor deny that this conversation actually happened.
"Have you ever considered trying to break the habit?" Dixon asked, fanning the smoke from the air. Keenan stared at him incredulously - I simply covered my eyes with one hand, trying to mentally prepare myself for the tirade. "They used to have hypnotists, and laser treatments, and -"
"Hynotists with lasers?" Mason asked, looking up from his magazine. "I would so pay to see that."
"No, hypnotists and lasers, two separate things," Dixon corrected, scowling. Mason's eager and excited expression fell.
"Well, that's no fun," he sulked, turning back to his naked women.
"Why would I want to quit?" Keenan asked. "The world's fucked. Smoking's one of the only things worth doing anymore. Besides, we -"
"Wonder if a hynotist with a laser would be more effective?" Mason asked suddenly. When all three of us just stared at him, he shrugged. "Would be cool, right? Like, they could just run around and cure bad habits and shitty attitudes and cunt-ass dispatchers and..." He trailed off, thinking. "Nah, wouldn't work," he said, flipping a page in his magazine and turning it sideways to examine the photospread, one eyebrow raised. "Would take a fuckin' army of hyno-lasers to fix Kee."
Word Count: 200
Crossposted: HERE at runaway-tales
Author's Note: I will neither confirm nor deny that this conversation actually happened.
"Have you ever considered trying to break the habit?" Dixon asked, fanning the smoke from the air. Keenan stared at him incredulously - I simply covered my eyes with one hand, trying to mentally prepare myself for the tirade. "They used to have hypnotists, and laser treatments, and -"
"Hynotists with lasers?" Mason asked, looking up from his magazine. "I would so pay to see that."
"No, hypnotists and lasers, two separate things," Dixon corrected, scowling. Mason's eager and excited expression fell.
"Well, that's no fun," he sulked, turning back to his naked women.
"Why would I want to quit?" Keenan asked. "The world's fucked. Smoking's one of the only things worth doing anymore. Besides, we -"
"Wonder if a hynotist with a laser would be more effective?" Mason asked suddenly. When all three of us just stared at him, he shrugged. "Would be cool, right? Like, they could just run around and cure bad habits and shitty attitudes and cunt-ass dispatchers and..." He trailed off, thinking. "Nah, wouldn't work," he said, flipping a page in his magazine and turning it sideways to examine the photospread, one eyebrow raised. "Would take a fuckin' army of hyno-lasers to fix Kee."