"He's right, Jake," Nick said, still smiling. He pulled his hand from behind his back to reveal a walkie-talkie.
"Go ahead and shoot, Jake. But if I don't get back to the person on the other end of this contraption within fifteen minutes Scarlett will be taking a permanent dirt nap."
I so wanted to pull the trigger but couldn't. I didn't think Nick was bluffing.
"You don't hold the cards here, Jake. Drop your gun. Now!" Nick screamed.
All my hopes for saving myself and Scarlett hit the ground along with my pistol.
"Very good," Nick said, grinning...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Haven't heard of a permanent dirt nap until now... and I like it!
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks. Dirt nap is an old saying. Not sure if it's from the Wild West days or if it's a mob saying.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
It might crop up somewhere in my stuff from now on!
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Haha. Go for it!
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
That is incredible Christopher... without seeing the above comment of yours, I had myself seconds before encouraged you to ‘go for it!’ On your proposed goth band vampire story. That’s a bit psychic!
Christopher almost 5 years ago
It's a Drablr wavelength. Just ride it!
Christopher almost 5 years ago
(That is strange, though)
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, Drew. This is a completely different ending than the one I had planned all along but I like this one much better.