Mick appears, holding two drinks, and walks right between Shirley and Sam.
"Sorry I took so long, the line was huge."
They kiss.
"No problem hun. Sam, I would like to introduce you to Mick."
"Oh, hey buddy." Mick turns to shake his hand.
"Eh. Oh, hey man."
"Sam was just telling me how he was legal-"
"Ah, yeah, well not for long... I mean with the new laws in place and stuff. Yeah. Ya know, the foreigners ban. Heh."
"Yeah, it's weird how much things can change in a few days."
Mick turns and smiles at Shirley.
"So," Sam continued "Why are you guys still here. In Mandelovia, I mean."
"Well," Mick paused for a moment to think of the right words, "I- we accidentally got split up with my friends. Trying to find them before we leave, yeah. How bout you?"
"Well, I have been studying here for the last two years, I really got nothing left to go back to back home."
"You from the US too?"
"Nah, I mean originally I was, but I have lived most of my life on an island off the coast of the Caribbean. It's gorgeous there."
"Really?" Shirley asked, "Which Island?"
Before Sam could answer a huge bald man grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
"...shit..."
"You thought you could leave before paying me the money you owe? Punk! Huh"
"No, not at all... I was just getting it."
"Back off!" Mick yelled in Sam's defense.
"Stay out of this, it's none of yar business. This punk owes me 200 bucks, unless you gonna pay for him, shut yar trap!"
"Hold on, hold on a minute."
Mick pulls out his wallet and opens it.
"Hmmm. How's 8 dollars? Call it even?"
The huge man wasn't amused and grunted at Mick, who stood on guard in front of Shirley. Sam took the time to give the bald man a left hook, which had no effect what so ever. Ok it had a small effect. It did piss off the brute a little bit more. The brute slammed Sam into a table, busting it to pieces.
Mick thought to him self, Ah nuts, not now!
"Look big guy, back off or else!"
Both Sam and the brute turned to Mick.
"Or elses wat? Punk?"
"Or else, or else- something bad!"
"HA, amuse me."
Mick whispered to himself, "...mxy..." as energy surged from his eyes, startling the brute, yet not phasing Sam, who smiled.
"Dude! You're a meta too?"
The brute could only muster the word "too?" before he turned back to Sam and was met with a sledge hammerhead to the face. His body lumped over unconscious. Sam jumped to his feet, his hand in the form of the hammer. After a moment, his hand merged back to its normal form.
"Mick! I can't believe you're a meta!" Sam was happy to meet another person like himself.
"No, I'm not Mick- Whoa."
Sam turned to Shirley "Are you?"
"No, but I do have an uncle-"
"This is awsome!" Sam said before noticing the crowd forming around them "Ah, maybe we should get the hell outta here!"
"Good call" Mick said as they all exited the Café, the owner not looking very happy.
"Sam, my friends, the ones I'm looking for, they are also like you..."
[ 02-21-2002: Message edited by: GoozX ]
