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 ||The waiter returns with two more ice teas as Brendan and Weezle dig in to their meals.|| So are you ready for the tournament? I don't know! What do you mean? Well... I'm confused. ||Brendan shakes his head again, in shame.|| You fight Diamond Dream, and if you win, you face the winner of Venom versus Draven in a ladder match. If you win that, you go to the finals. And if you win THAT, you get to pick any type of match with anyone you want. Got it? ...I don't like the sounds of those "if's." *sigh* Okay, WHEN you beat Dream, you fight the winner of Venom versus Draven in a ladder match. WHEN you win that, you go to the finals. And WHEN you win that, you get any opponent in any match you want. So what you're saying is... JUST WIN EVERY GODDAMN MATCH AND YOU GET TO BOOK YOUR OWN MATCH!! ...I get it. You sure? Not really. Bah! Wait... If I win everymatch, can I fight for the World Title? Yes! ...Can I fight Lennoxx White for the title? Well... No. But you said "any match." Okay, any match, but if it's for a title, you have to fight the title holder. Well that's not "any match" now is it? ...Just eat your damn fries. Okay. ||The meal goes by in relative silence, and as they finish, Weezle starts another conversation.|| You doing anything this afternoon? No. Want to do something? Like what? Well, you seem a little tense, so what say we hit up the casinos before we leave Atlantic City? ...You know what, that sounds like a pretty good idea! Great! Why don't you go get a cab, and I'll take care of the check. Okay. Just have to make a call first. ...Wouldn't you get better reception outside? Mike... were on the patio. So? We ARE outside! ...But there's umbrellas! They might interfere with your signal! ||Brendan looks down at his phone.|| Nope. Full signal. Uhhh... Isn't it rude to use a cell phone around other people? One, it's just a conversation. I talk to you. And two, that guy right beside you is on his cell phone. ||Weezle turns to his left, and sees a guy talking away on his cell phone.|| Why don't you stop that, Rude-Guy!! ||The man looks at Weezle, and then carries on. Meanwhile, Brendan shakes his head in shame... again.|| Okay, you're going to AA meetings from now on. What? Now if you don't mind... ||Brendan punches away at the keypad, but closes his phone and puts away soon after.|| Damn. Battery died. Oh well, too bad. I'm sure they'll let you use the phone at the front. Good call. ||As Brendan gets up, the waiter comes by with the check.|| Here's the check, Mr. Campbell. ||Brendan turns around to see the waiter hand Weezle the check.|| What? It's okay, I've got it covered. ||Brendan can only shake his head as he continues to make his way to the lobby area.|| Thank you Mr. Campbell. Have a good day. Yea, you too! ||Brendan stops walking and waits for Weezle to catch up to him.|| What the heck was that guy on? Say what? He kept calling you Mr. Campbell! Hehehe... Yea... crazy goof. And where did you get a Gold Card? Buh..... the mail. The mail? ...Yes. Because of my excellent credit history, I was pre-approved for a Platinum Card Gold Card. Whatever. You know, those things are a scam. They'll give you low rates for the first bit, then jack them up. You'll be paying some pretty expensive bills. I'll take my chances. Fine. Don't complain when your bills skyrocket. Oh... I won't have to worry about that. What? ...Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whatever man. Alright, I'm gonna go make my call. Grab a cab, okay? Can do. ||Brendan heads back inside, as Weezle goes up to the curb and hails down a cab. Pretty quickly, a cab stops.|| Hey! Jorhect! Friend! Just hold on a sec, okay? My friend is inside. Friend of friend?! Then he friend of mine, too! Alright! Tell you what! Just for you, I not start ticky-tocky until friend come out! You rule, Jorhect! JORHECT DO NOT LIKE DICTA--Oh, I get it! You very witty, friend, very witty! ||Weezle leans on the cab, waiting for Brendan, who reappears soonafter.|| All set? Yep. This friend?! ...What? This is Jorhect. He's my friend. ...Okay... What? He was driving me around earlier, we got to talking, and now we're friends. Get in now, Jorhect have to start ticky-tocky! Come on, come on! ||Weezle opens the door, and Brendan and he get in the cab.|| So, where to?! ||To Be Continued|| |
