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Sween Myth-tery of Life :: Asprin Robert
Страница: 55 из 110Now, as I've mentioned, I've been chased by mobs before, but never starting surrounded! Still, they didn't look particularly hostile or angry. If anything, they all seemed to have exaggerated smiles on their faces ... which considering the array of teeth in the room, wasn't all that pleasant to behold.
"Excuse me, Cassandra," I said, eyeing the incoming people, "but I drink ... I mean, I think we're about to have company."
The slip of the tongue was because I had just tried to take another sip of my drink, only to find the glass was empty except for the ice cubes ... strange, because I didn't remember finishing it. Then the first person reached the table.
It was a male vampire, all decked out in a fine set of evening clothes which he wore with enviable grace.
"Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Skeeve," he said with a smile, "but I wanted to shake your hand. Always wanted to meet you, but never thought I'd get the opportunity."
"Uh, sure," I said, but he had already seized my hand and was pumping away.
"I was wondering ... could I have your autograph?" a young lady said, trying to edge around the first gentleman.
"What? I suppose so ..."
Unfortunately I couldn't seem to get my hand loose from the vampire who was still shaking it, though he seemed to be looking elsewhere at the moment.
"Hey! Waiter!" I heard him call. "Another round of whatever Mr. Skeeve and his guest are drinking ... and put it on my tab!"
"Umm ... thank you," I said, extracting my hand and turning to the girl who had asked for an autograph. "Do you have a pen?"
"Gosh no!" she exclaimed. "But I'll go get one. Don't go away, I'll be right back."
I really didn't know what to think. I had been nervous about coming back to Limbo because of my near criminal activities during my last visit, and here they were treating me like a celebrity!
"Mr. Skeeve. If you don't mind. It's for my little girl."
This last was from a were-tiger who thrust both paper and pen at me. Fortunately, after the last visitor, I knew what he was after, and hastily scribbled my signature on the page.
Our ghost waiter materialized through the growing crowd and set our drinks on the table ... except there were three of them! From the color, one for Cassandra, and two for me.
"What's with the extra?" I said.
"Compliments of the table over there, sir," the waiter said, pointing somewhere off to my left.
I tried to look where he was indicating, and almost put my nose in the navel of another young lady who was crowding up beside me.
"Excuse me, Cassandra," I said, eyeing the incoming people, "but I drink ... I mean, I think we're about to have company."
The slip of the tongue was because I had just tried to take another sip of my drink, only to find the glass was empty except for the ice cubes ... strange, because I didn't remember finishing it. Then the first person reached the table.
It was a male vampire, all decked out in a fine set of evening clothes which he wore with enviable grace.
"Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Skeeve," he said with a smile, "but I wanted to shake your hand. Always wanted to meet you, but never thought I'd get the opportunity."
"Uh, sure," I said, but he had already seized my hand and was pumping away.
"I was wondering ... could I have your autograph?" a young lady said, trying to edge around the first gentleman.
"What? I suppose so ..."
Unfortunately I couldn't seem to get my hand loose from the vampire who was still shaking it, though he seemed to be looking elsewhere at the moment.
"Hey! Waiter!" I heard him call. "Another round of whatever Mr. Skeeve and his guest are drinking ... and put it on my tab!"
"Umm ... thank you," I said, extracting my hand and turning to the girl who had asked for an autograph. "Do you have a pen?"
"Gosh no!" she exclaimed. "But I'll go get one. Don't go away, I'll be right back."
I really didn't know what to think. I had been nervous about coming back to Limbo because of my near criminal activities during my last visit, and here they were treating me like a celebrity!
"Mr. Skeeve. If you don't mind. It's for my little girl."
This last was from a were-tiger who thrust both paper and pen at me. Fortunately, after the last visitor, I knew what he was after, and hastily scribbled my signature on the page.
Our ghost waiter materialized through the growing crowd and set our drinks on the table ... except there were three of them! From the color, one for Cassandra, and two for me.
"What's with the extra?" I said.
"Compliments of the table over there, sir," the waiter said, pointing somewhere off to my left.
I tried to look where he was indicating, and almost put my nose in the navel of another young lady who was crowding up beside me.