09-16-2014, 08:29 PM
"What?" asked our befuddled hero.
"Got a light?" replied the dragon. "I dropped mine in the loo at the Skynard show." Standing at almost nine feet high and wearing John Travolta's jacket from Grease he was a daunting, yet devilishly handsome beast.
"I think so." Mumbled Kevin before plunging both hands into his lycra pants and digging out his lucky Playboy zippo. He had hidden it in the only place the Gimps wouldn't find it...of course, they came close a couple of times but it was lucky for a reason.
Reaching out to hand the dragon the lighter, he noticed the look of confusion on its face before lighting his joint for him.
"Thanks, mate." He said while taking a deep drag and exhaling far more smoke than a dragon that hadn't been smoking. The two stood there in silence for a moment as the night wind danced around them. "So, you come here often?"
"Not really." Said Kevin. "I got kidnapped by some Liberian Gimps a month ago and after some...compromising practices I managed to escape. Everything was great until I got turned around and thought it was right to go left. As soon as i left I knew it was right to go right...I think. Now some fucking rainbow reptile fascist is chasing me."
"You mean that cop down there?"
"Got a light?" replied the dragon. "I dropped mine in the loo at the Skynard show." Standing at almost nine feet high and wearing John Travolta's jacket from Grease he was a daunting, yet devilishly handsome beast.
"I think so." Mumbled Kevin before plunging both hands into his lycra pants and digging out his lucky Playboy zippo. He had hidden it in the only place the Gimps wouldn't find it...of course, they came close a couple of times but it was lucky for a reason.
Reaching out to hand the dragon the lighter, he noticed the look of confusion on its face before lighting his joint for him.
"Thanks, mate." He said while taking a deep drag and exhaling far more smoke than a dragon that hadn't been smoking. The two stood there in silence for a moment as the night wind danced around them. "So, you come here often?"
"Not really." Said Kevin. "I got kidnapped by some Liberian Gimps a month ago and after some...compromising practices I managed to escape. Everything was great until I got turned around and thought it was right to go left. As soon as i left I knew it was right to go right...I think. Now some fucking rainbow reptile fascist is chasing me."
"You mean that cop down there?"
Trust me, I'm a medical professional.