The Girl's Room Tony had to pee like there was no tomorrow. He moved quickly through the busy mall crowd in search of a restroom sign and when he found it, he all but ran down the hallway. He came to the men's restroom and noticed an 'Out of Order' sign on the door. Groaning, he painfully started back to the mall. That was when he noticed the girl's restroom. Reconsidering only for a moment, Tony quickly knocked on the door and pushed it open slightly. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" He got no response. "The men's room is broken
Hello?" Tony pushed the door all the way open and didn't see any feet under the stalls. Glancing back down the hall, he saw the coast was clear so he ducked in. He got halfway to a stall before he returned to the door an
The Inn: Kisa and Randall A weary, armored female entered the empty Inn and was instantly recognized by the owner. "Hello Kisa! How've you been," he bellowed. "G'day, Keep. I'm well, and you," she responded as she stepped up to the bar. "As good as could be expected. Business has been slow with the war in Tyrin, but we make due on the weekends. What brings you back to the Capital?" "Business. I'm following a lead on a group of bandits in the High Country. Seems they've been robbing just about everyone who comes through the Mountain Pass." "Yes, I've heard of them. Call themselves the 'Festering Hand.' Rather morbid name if you ask me." Kisa was didn't follow up the comment, and her eyes seemed deep in thought.
The Inn: Watch Where You Sit A traveler entered the Inn and plopped himself down on a barstool. He ordered a beer and started to give the lovely barmaid an eyeful. "Best you watch who you stare at in here, Mister," said the bartender. "Oh yea, says who," snapped the traveler, never taking his eyes off the wench's healthy cleavage. "The name is Keep, and you best take my words to heart." The waitress slipped into the back and the man finally looked back at the bartender. "Why, you going to do something about it," he said threateningly. "Oh no, I'm a peaceful man. But the last man who came in here staring at the ladies didn't fare so well." The traveler rolled his eyes and turned on his stool to lean on the bar as the barmaid returned. "Uh, huh.
All Bets are Final Dave had been losing at blackjack all night. He was down to his last few thousand dollars, and was only one losing hand away from quitting for the night. The three beers in his system might have been impairing his card-playing ability, but he still knew when to cut his losses. "Dealer has 21," said the dealer, whom Dave called 'Mitch,' because he reminded him of his Uncle Mitch in Seattle. Dave let out a sigh of disgust as Mitch took up all the chips. He picked up his remaining winnings and dropped them into his pocket. "That's it Mitch, I'm done," he muttered, nearly falling off his stool. "Very well, sir," piped the cheerful dealer as he dealt new hands out to the remaining players. Dave staggered through the Casino, rolling his eyes at the shrine to gambling. Slots rang to his left
The Remote: In a Flash Victor surfed through the channels with his remote in an endless search for something meaningful to watch. He would pause for several seconds on some channels, passing others without a second glance. It marveled him to think that out of 73 channels of programming, he could find nothing to watch. His frustration finally peaked and he hit the power button, making the 42-inch screen go dark. He sighed and dropped the remote beside him. Rubbing his face with both hands, he pulled a modicum of gook from the corners of his eyes. After flicking the crud across the room, he rolled on his side and stared at his roommate. Tyler was lying on his bed; glasses far down on his nose, holding a book in both hands. Victor never understood what seemed to fascinate his roommate about the written word. To him it was just boring. G