Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Pirate begins to close his hand around Excalibur’s hilt as it disappears and escapes his grasp. “Bugger….Bloody...Bugger!” He curses. Pirate removes his moonstone earring,once the change has taken place, peers into the crystal ball that it has become. He sees their next destination. “I need a drink.” The privateer announces. Both Tinkletoes and Monitor Man can see that quenching a thirst is far from Pirate’s central motivation. “The bar’s inside. Let’s get you that drink.” The threesome turn around and head back the way that they came. Monitor Man stops walking. “I have a question.” He says. “What did you see?” Pirate stops, turns his gaze from the bar’s back door to Tinkletoes then Monitor Man. “The gates of Hell, my friend. The gates of Hell.” “No wonder you look a little pale.” Tinkletoes says. “Aye.” The door to the bar opens and the song “Midnight At The Oasis” spills outside. Sandy stands in the entry, the l

Pirate stops them right outside of the bouncer’s hearing. “Remember, in Faerie nothing is as it appears to be.” Tinkletoes looks at the bouncer, a heavily muscled man in jeans, a t-shirt, and steel-toed boots. The bouncer doesn’t wear a name tag. His t-shirt simply reads, “Sandy.” He grins, showing his unusually large teeth. They gleam in the darkness. “Not what it seems. Yeah, sure. Got it.” The threesome approach their new (coughs) friend who nods at the door next to him. He turns on a light and everyone enters. Sandy follows and closes the door behind him. “So what can I do for you gentlemen this evening.” T he bouncer has strange eyes that go with his teeth. They a re a silver blue glowing with iridescence, with empty pupils that appear to look through you. He takes a fine, white bone out of his jeans pocket and begins chewing on it as if it were a toothpick. Several moments pass. “Is someone gonna talk or would you like me to guess?” “ No. No. NO!