Queen in bar walks over to Queen who is chain-smoking cigarettes. Queen says, „How
much for a half-n-half?” Queen scans crowd, exhales, „How much do you have?” Queen
runs fingers through hair and rubs eyes and looks over shoulder (bar cluttered with
business suits and casual wear) says, „Well, I just pulled some out of the bank. It's on
tip of tongue.” He exhales, winks at a King coveting a glass of Jack, adjusts bra and
thumbs his breast under blouse, „Ten big ones.” Queen blinks, eyebrows V, spits,
„Ten. Oh come on, that's a little pricey for you.” He blows smoke in face, „I said big
ones.” Hands span pockets and wallet while he mumbles incoherent self-discrimination.
Mean while, a King over bar and Jack whispers for bartender's ear, „Another drink
for Queen.” Queen sees this and sees the bartender walking over to Queen with
drink in hand. Queen ashes cigarette and says, „What's it going to be, Ten big ones and
half-n-half, or nothing?” Queen hides face. Queen says, Well?” Queen pulls hands
through hair. Says: „Global_Village_DOTCOM, mischsprache, | Lascivious |, Yellow,
jaded, Pastiche, The Detective Store, Epithet.”
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