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subside. She was crying. “We’ve got an over-sharing idiot
savant, a transsexual, and two assholes. Sounds like a rock band to
me!”
    “ Count me out. More of an audiobook guy,” Loki
said.
    “ What do you do, then?” Cody asked.
    “ Paint-by-numbers. Prison breaks.”
    Jesus’ laughing fit
subsided very suddenly.“Ahem. Since we have no better plans, do you
guys want to find a place to eat? I’m fucking starving.”
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    They pulled up in front of
a pub in the outskirts of the Philadelphia suburbs, right in the
spot where the Venn diagram of WASP, redneck and Amish country
overlapped.
    “ This place work?” Loki asked.
    Jesus noticed there was a
tractor in the parking lot. That wasn’t a good sign. “You have
cash?”
    “ Yes.” Loki sighed.
    It was a busy night. From
the look and sound of it, half the place was half lit, and the rest
were about ready to make sweet love to a toilet seat. There was a
small stage and the setup for a band, but the band was nowhere in
sight.
    Jesus headed straight for
the bar.
    “ I thought you were hungry,” Dionysus said.
    “ Liquid bread!” Jesus exclaimed, grabbing the last free bar
stool. The rest of them clustered uncomfortably behind.
    “ When we go on, man?” someone to their left asked. Jesus
turned towards the voice. It was a group of three guys, red necks,
would-be cock-rockers two decades past their prime. Her favorite
sort of assholes.
    “ I don’t know. Where’s Rich?” another asked.
    “ Rich?”
    “ Rich! You know, the guy that run the place. He disappeared
with that girl with the...” He made the universal ‘large breasts’
hand gesture.
    “ Fuck if I know. Not here?”
    Jesus turned to the
bartender, a sadly energetic woman that looked like she had taken
one too many “falls down the stairs.”
    “ DRINKS ALL AROUND!” Jesus exclaimed.
    Loki rolled his eyes.
“Sure. Why not?”
    “ What’ll ya have?”
    “ Stouts and whiskey,” Jesus said.
    A redhead that had been
listening in to the conversation leaned towards Jesus. “Can you
count me in on that, babe?”
    Dionysus stared at her,
slack-jawed.
    Loki elbowed him. She
either didn’t seem to notice, or didn’t care.
    “ Drinks for the musicians, too. You’re the entertainment,
right?” Jesus asked.
    With a grin, one of them
nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”
     
    The three of them carried
their drinks to a nearby table, leaving Jesus to her peculiar
carousing.
    “ I swear I’ve seen that woman before,” Dionysus
said.
    “ Who?” Loki asked.
    “ The smokin’ redhead at the bar, I’m guessing,” Cody
said.
    “ Eh,” Loki said.
    “ I’m not kidding. It’s on the tip of my tongue...” Dionysus
said.
    “ I’ll bet it is,” Cody said. He lit a smoke. “Nice to be
somewhere civilized, where you can kick back, light up a
smoke–”
    “ You’re not listening to me,” Dionysus said, refusing to let
it drop.
    “ I’m just saying, you’ve been locked up for a
year...”
    “ Right, which makes this all the stranger. I’m sure I’ve seen her.
Recently,” Dionysus said. He squinted suspiciously.
    A waitress approached them.
“What’ll it be?”
     

     
    Jesus passed yet another
drink to the band. Just “one of the guys.” Har-har. She made
exaggerated manly gestures and gave them a wide smile. Anyone who
knew her would recognize the smile as bitingly insincere, but it
was already too late for this lot.
    “ No, no, no. What I’m saying is–” One of them started, but he
was overrun by a series of guffaws.
    “ Liquididated bread!” his friend screamed, still laughing. The
laughter turned into a gurgle as a stream of alcoholic vomit
lurched out of his stomach. Waitresses scrambled to the site of the
incident as the band rolled and slipped on their regurgitated
fluids. The ensuing series of events would surely haunt their
dreams for the rest of their lives.
    “ Why are you– Wait, we’re the band! Where’s Rich?” one of