Electric Tabby
Jason and Zero strutted along the street wearing huge pink fur jackets and wide-brimmed hats of pink velour. Coming to a large, non-descript building, they casually turned and walked inside.
"Hello mah brutha!" said the man standing behind the reception desk, just inside the large doorway. He too was wearing a horridly gaudy faux-fur coat, and held out his hand in a fist. Jason took a step forward and performed a series of complex hand movements, after which the reception pimp smiled and said "Welcome to the Electric Tabby Club!"
Zero and Jason moved into the back room of the Electric Tabby Club, a large underground dance club and prostitution joint. The two men surveyed the room, taking in the faces of all the sordid characters who populated the place. There was Two-Tooth Jimmy in the corner, doing business with Old Hat and Felix the Dog. In another booth, Hot Milk and Cheesewheel, two notorious gangsters, sat drinking tea and conversing about the flesh trade. Zero and Jason approached them and sat down. Cheesewheel greeted Jason, then Hot Milk, but both were eying Zero. "Who's this cracker?" asked Cheesewheel, "Cheesewheel don't like crackers!"
"Cool your jets," said Jason, slyly, "He's a friend of mine, he's cool sauce, man, cool sauce,"
Hot Milk was the next to speak. "Hey, who gives a good damn, I say, right? Listen, we got a deal going down, you in, Jay-Jay?"
Jason smiled, but shook his head. "Sorry Milk, but I'm just here to see if I can find something out," he replied.
"Ah, what you need to know I need to know, soes I can tell you, see?" replied Hot Milk, ever the helpful pimp. "What can one player do for another?"
Jason looked around to make sure no one was listening, and then asked "I need to know where Boris is holed up these days, and if it's not too much trouble for a brother, who's filling his grills with gold," he inquired, still looking around suspiciously.
Cheesewheel laughed. "That two-timing questionably Eastern-European son of a mother? He's in the Gangling Arms on Crescent Street, room 302. No clue who's throwing bills his way, though, sorry," he said jovially. Hot Milk nodded in agreement. Jason stood and thanked his informants. Zero stood, tipped his hat in thanks, and the two men walked out of the club.
When they reached a safe distance, they gave their disguises to a homeless man and told him to hold on to them. The well-dressed street dweller bowed cordially and gave them two tickets for their belongings, then shuffled dignifiedly back to his hovel to store the outfits.
Now wearing their regular street clothes, our two heroes made their way towards the Gangling Arms, room 302.
Meanwhile, in room 302, a large man inspected a lineup of tough-looking goons.The phone on the wall rang, and he answered it. He had a quick conversation with whoever was on the other end. "Ok, boys, our man at the Electric Tabby says they're on their way. They're dressed in pink coats, so when two guys in pink coats bust through that door, you kill 'em! Got it!?" the large man yelled directly at the wall which stoof a half-foot in front of him. Behind him, he goons all acknowledged his plan. "Har har har!" he laughed, "Those two jerks'll never know what him 'em..."
"Hello mah brutha!" said the man standing behind the reception desk, just inside the large doorway. He too was wearing a horridly gaudy faux-fur coat, and held out his hand in a fist. Jason took a step forward and performed a series of complex hand movements, after which the reception pimp smiled and said "Welcome to the Electric Tabby Club!"
Zero and Jason moved into the back room of the Electric Tabby Club, a large underground dance club and prostitution joint. The two men surveyed the room, taking in the faces of all the sordid characters who populated the place. There was Two-Tooth Jimmy in the corner, doing business with Old Hat and Felix the Dog. In another booth, Hot Milk and Cheesewheel, two notorious gangsters, sat drinking tea and conversing about the flesh trade. Zero and Jason approached them and sat down. Cheesewheel greeted Jason, then Hot Milk, but both were eying Zero. "Who's this cracker?" asked Cheesewheel, "Cheesewheel don't like crackers!"
"Cool your jets," said Jason, slyly, "He's a friend of mine, he's cool sauce, man, cool sauce,"
Hot Milk was the next to speak. "Hey, who gives a good damn, I say, right? Listen, we got a deal going down, you in, Jay-Jay?"
Jason smiled, but shook his head. "Sorry Milk, but I'm just here to see if I can find something out," he replied.
"Ah, what you need to know I need to know, soes I can tell you, see?" replied Hot Milk, ever the helpful pimp. "What can one player do for another?"
Jason looked around to make sure no one was listening, and then asked "I need to know where Boris is holed up these days, and if it's not too much trouble for a brother, who's filling his grills with gold," he inquired, still looking around suspiciously.
Cheesewheel laughed. "That two-timing questionably Eastern-European son of a mother? He's in the Gangling Arms on Crescent Street, room 302. No clue who's throwing bills his way, though, sorry," he said jovially. Hot Milk nodded in agreement. Jason stood and thanked his informants. Zero stood, tipped his hat in thanks, and the two men walked out of the club.
When they reached a safe distance, they gave their disguises to a homeless man and told him to hold on to them. The well-dressed street dweller bowed cordially and gave them two tickets for their belongings, then shuffled dignifiedly back to his hovel to store the outfits.
Now wearing their regular street clothes, our two heroes made their way towards the Gangling Arms, room 302.
Meanwhile, in room 302, a large man inspected a lineup of tough-looking goons.The phone on the wall rang, and he answered it. He had a quick conversation with whoever was on the other end. "Ok, boys, our man at the Electric Tabby says they're on their way. They're dressed in pink coats, so when two guys in pink coats bust through that door, you kill 'em! Got it!?" the large man yelled directly at the wall which stoof a half-foot in front of him. Behind him, he goons all acknowledged his plan. "Har har har!" he laughed, "Those two jerks'll never know what him 'em..."
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