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Post by Joaquin Garcia on Sept 16, 2008 10:18:39 GMT -5
I entered Dead Dave's, starving to death really. I haven't ate anything. Who could if one had to stay up all night with hearing the next door neighbor blasting their rap music? I wanted to tempting turn into my tiger form and rip their throats out. I did it before so I could do it again.
Take a deep breath, Joaquin. They're not worth it.
I walked up to the bar and sat down. Since it is daytime and Dave isn't around, I drum my fingers on the bar counter to wait for the server to head my way. Once he did, I leaned forward. "A hamburger, hold the lettuce, and a big glass of coke," I said to the server who nodded and went right to it. "So what time is Dave coming in? I know its 5:00 pm." "Eight," the man said. "You know, Joaquin, you're a weretiger, shouldn't you go out to hunt for food?" he slid the hamburger and the coke my way and I slapped down the money. "Yeah right, what do you think I am, Van Helsing as a werewolf?" I asked, rolling my eyes and laughing. "I don't think so." "Yeah, you're right. Oh you're staying out of trouble?" "Do I always?" I asked. The man chuckled once more and walked off. I take a big bite off the hamburger. Oh yeah this is the stuff.
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