Soon After

Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 9

Actually, it wasn’t easy at all. Thrusting pool equipment through, say, one hundred scorpions was hard work. It wasn’t paid, either, in anything other than survival. What it was was dynamic, upbeat, and team-oriented – all without the caveat of releasing one’s life to corporate mundanity.

It was also done. The humans had won.

Sally the allied non-human looked from her tubby perch at her three collapsed comrades. She then went back to doing what she’d done during the fight – sleeping.

Midnight: “Well done, all. You have made not only your commander proud, but your entire nation.”

Rog: “Hail! Huzzah!”

A pause, unfilled by noise.

Rog: “Uh… Happiness! Horniness?”

Cal: “There ya go.”

Rog glared at Cal, visibly angry at this sarcastic defamation. With the source of the anger still present, however - in the form of Midnight - the glare soon reshaped into a content grin (a happy grin? a horny grin?). “So man, where’d you get the poles?”

Cal: “They were in the second closet. I think they must’ve been for fishing leaves out of the pool or something.”

Rog: “Ah ha! Now who’s the foolish one? Why would there be leaves in an indoor pool?” The point was a good one, and Cal kept his mouth shut.

Midnight (not so much interested in disproving Rog as ponderous): “I think I saw a wading pool outside. They also coulda used ‘em to knock out all the crap in the drains. I’ve seen women shave in locker rooms. I’ve seen them shave everything. I’ve seen it all.”

Rog: “Sick, my liege!” (continuing) “Oh, I wanted to clarify something from before. When I said, during the fight, that I’m not that stupid, what I meant was that I’m not stupid at all. I’m actually a business major over at DerTech.”

A longer pause, unfilled by even less noise.

Until… Hssssssssssssssss.