Date: Thu, 17 Aug 1995 07:05:43 -0700
Title: Party or Perish

We're having another opening to celebrate the piazza out in back
of Bikers.  Everyone's having a great time, but it's really wierd
because here are all these bad-looking biker-types, literally sopping up the
beer and broth, Oscar's playing quietly, and EVERYONE is whispering because
Jake told us all the neighbors have been complaining about too much noise.
The word must have got out someway because as people drive or ride up to
Bikers, they shut off their engines and coast in. I would suppose the party will
increase in volume as it gets later.

"You the boss? Do you own this place and also work at the Center?" A suit
has found me, in fact there are two of them one male and one female.
"Yes, I am. I hope you're both having a good time.  Can I offer you something
to drink, maybe you'd like to try the Broth?"
"No, thanks."  "We're here to ask you some questions about a couple things.."
"Concerning an explosion..." "...and some files which were stolen or ilegally
transfered..."  These two talk like Heckle and Jeckle.  Finish each other's
sentences. She says, "We have heard you are THE nonpariel of security out at
the Center..." and he adds, "networks. and that someone tried to kill or warn
you..."
*nonpareil n (1593) 1: an individual of unequaled excellence: paragon
2 a: a small flat disk of chocolate covered with white sugar pellets
b: sugar in small pellets of various colors.

She reaches for the large dish at the end of the bar containing nonpareils
dipped in LSD. Long fingers, lightly polished nails, steady, soft looking
hand, blue-green eyes, lovely person... Nice hair, soft, neat.
"No! Don't eat those unless you have a few hours to basically trip out.
They've been treated with hallucinogens from faraway and mystical places."

"Thanks, will you have one, with me?" she holds the dish out offering
it to me.


THURSDAY has arrived. The Jury is out.
later,
d.



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