they didnt kill each other
when he left they were seeking
hehoped contrition divining it in their mighty little vacuum out
of doors
returning it seemed they breathed
colourless ether that may have clung to the downwelling from the brightblue whitecloud
dappled ether overhead
You two cool
Babette looked up We are, I apologised.
She apologised, said she was
having a little fun at my expense.
Ya opened the door Moby
I did. I did.
You didn’t bring me a beer.
You didnt say when I asked as I
went in
I didn’t hear what you said.
Take mine Ill get another Babette your vodka tonic need replenishing
Maybe a little ice.
Ill be right back
he returned with a fresh bottle of
beer icecubes in a plastic cup
Im reading this scifi Walkaway by
Doctorow The first chapter describes a
party like a rave theyre sipping urine beer
he tapped the neck of his
bottle to Mobys Prost Zum Wohl
Huh?
Babette said Cheers. To your health.
Why would you know that, Joe?
Had family survived the war the camps
they made their way to America I
understand they overheard guards as they had their beer rations
I know because my family is
German.
Moby nodded to her wordslooked
sideways at Joe You did say urine beer?
I did
Piss.
Please I hate that term Now quickly turn it into an acronym and say
wha it means
Probably isnt something safe. Babette said
Whoa
What?
I was thinking Perhaps is
something sour
What?
It’s your turn, Moby.
What?
Acronym Moby
That was excellent Babette was barely off my lips
Yours was really quick too.
Thank you
Moby Weve bought all the time we coud Whas the meaning of your acronym
I don’t know.
Slow on the uptake
Shaming me ain’t helping.
Isnt shaming
Ya have to admit your norm isnt dabbling excelling
in wit being clever
And you are?
We areweve already said
But we
grew up in the same neck of the woods not the West Coast I believe guile is a Midwest East property being snappy last to the table doesnt eat
Eat what?
He’s hopeless.
Not hopeless Hes just not a horse to bet on
You’re doing it again . . making
me the butt of your jokes.
No butt The acronym is P I S S
Whadaya got
NothingGoddammit.
No sweat its okay
Correct, you’re the misfortunate product
of a lesser God, not your fault.
I wish I said that
I’m quicker than you.
I concede
One last shot Moby P I S S
I thought we quit playing.
We didnt say that were tryin to buy ya more timeenable you
Yacoudve dug in gained
some standing instead you disassociated squandered it
I can’t think.
Clearly.
Babette Im really beginning to think yare a mean
stoner
She is.
Moby Don
Yer out of your league
she didnt kill him when he went
inside
he could suppose her intention was torture
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