IOM #37


The stooped man appeared instantly, his bowed head bobbing. "Sir?"

Dan groaned and rubbed his eyes. "No more helicopters, damnit! I know people think the decorated ones are snazzy, but bright purple moonbeams and dry gin martinis clash. I almost lost my dinner on that last banked turn." He threw his feet over the edge of the bed, hoping the hardwood floor would help stop the world from spinning. "Get me something to drink."

"Of course, Mr. Lazar. And the griffin?"

"He doesn't need anything." Dan flicked the covers off of his sleeping companion. "He was just leaving."

oh geeeeeze. You guys really want Lazar and Child to come gunning for me.


McKoala said...

LOL, but ick.

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