Post by tommytyrant on Dec 27, 2009 3:37:39 GMT -5
Vinnie sat in a local bar looking at an empty shot glass.
How did all this happen? Vinnie thought to himself.
Vinnie ordered a top up of water for his glass, the bartender stared him down for a second or two before pouring him one, grunting miserably.
Vinnie toyed with the glass at first, dipping his finger in it, tapping the glass and bending low to peer into it.
Then he pulled his ring off looked around casually to see if anyone else was looking then dipped his ring in the glass.
Like pouring sand into a pale of water at the beach the water started to change into a spirit, whiskey.
Vinnie put his ring back on and tipped the shot down.
It made him hiss but it gave him a warm, satisfied feeling so he was happy for the most part.
Again he thought to himself,
When did all this happen, and how?
It was a hot, dry day in California when Vinnie heard of a Gypsy caravan coming. Now Vinnie wasn't a Gypsy, though he was open minded and was intrigued by these kinds of people all the same. Vinnie found out where they were setting up and drove his beat up Mustang there.
The area was aloft with the Gypsy folk, setting up stores and selling their goods, mostly junk, to travelers.
Vinnie walked up and down the make shift aisles of the shanty town lifting scrap to reveal more junk.
He wasn't here to buy, only to browse. He enjoyed having the ability to not take so much for granted.
Vinnie was there for a few hours and about to leave when something caught his eye, an old weathered man was reflecting the sun off a mirror into Vinnie's eyes. When Vinnie turned the old man motioned for him to come over.
So Vinnie obliged and made his way to the old man's caravan.
What's the worst that could happen?
When Vinnie was inside, he noticed the old man had put on the kettle and it was whistling away. Vinnie took out his flask and took a swig before putting it back in his jacket pocket.
"I see you like the good stuff?" The old man said, he had gotten behind Vinnie and had seemed to have locked the door. Vinnie had a sudden wash of panic, but it quickly subsided. He's just an old man after all.
"Aye I do," Vinnie replied
"Then what would you say if I told you I had something that would never let you go 'thirsty' again?"
Vinnie realized the old man was just trying to sell him something and was about to leave.
"No wait my boy, just sit down and here me out. You see, there these certain objects scattered across the world, each with its own special powers." Vinnie was not showing any interest but the old man kept going "And I just so happen to have here one of those fabled objects."
The old man place a simple ring on the table, nothing too special about it. Odd decoration here and there.
The old man then got a glass of water and placed it on the table,
"OK now dip the ring into the water,"
Vinnie just looked at the old man.
"Fine, I'll do it" And the old man wrapped his wizened fingers around the ring and dipped it in the water. Soon enough the water started to change, into a light brown.
"Now drink it" The old man said.
Vinnie eyed up the glass, brought it to his lips and smelled it.
It was the real stuff alright..
And he tipped it back.
"Now my boy I can see that you like it, and that little ring can be yours.. For a price."
Vinnie wanted the ring, but knew he would not have nearly as much as what this Gypsy would be wanting.
The old man saw the doubt in his eyes and started to take the ring back "I see you don't want it that bad.."
The sight of the ring leaving Vinnie was unbearable, the n something came over Vinnie. A sudden rage and he grabbed for the kettle and swung it against the old man's head. Sending him to the floor, his face bloodied.
Vinnie then proceeded to beat the old man, over and over.
The old man lay cold and limp. Vinnie was breathing hard.
He regained his sense and checked the old man's pulse, he was dead.
Vinnie opened the dead man's hand and took the ring, then put it in his pocket. He picked up the old man's body and hid it in the cupboard.
Then left the caravan, subtly breaking the handle and the lock as he drove off.
Vinnie had ordered another glass of water,
How did that happen? How did it get out of hand?
Before Vinnie could dip his ring in the glass again he fell unconscious.
Damn Narcolepsy....
How did all this happen? Vinnie thought to himself.
Vinnie ordered a top up of water for his glass, the bartender stared him down for a second or two before pouring him one, grunting miserably.
Vinnie toyed with the glass at first, dipping his finger in it, tapping the glass and bending low to peer into it.
Then he pulled his ring off looked around casually to see if anyone else was looking then dipped his ring in the glass.
Like pouring sand into a pale of water at the beach the water started to change into a spirit, whiskey.
Vinnie put his ring back on and tipped the shot down.
It made him hiss but it gave him a warm, satisfied feeling so he was happy for the most part.
Again he thought to himself,
When did all this happen, and how?
It was a hot, dry day in California when Vinnie heard of a Gypsy caravan coming. Now Vinnie wasn't a Gypsy, though he was open minded and was intrigued by these kinds of people all the same. Vinnie found out where they were setting up and drove his beat up Mustang there.
The area was aloft with the Gypsy folk, setting up stores and selling their goods, mostly junk, to travelers.
Vinnie walked up and down the make shift aisles of the shanty town lifting scrap to reveal more junk.
He wasn't here to buy, only to browse. He enjoyed having the ability to not take so much for granted.
Vinnie was there for a few hours and about to leave when something caught his eye, an old weathered man was reflecting the sun off a mirror into Vinnie's eyes. When Vinnie turned the old man motioned for him to come over.
So Vinnie obliged and made his way to the old man's caravan.
What's the worst that could happen?
When Vinnie was inside, he noticed the old man had put on the kettle and it was whistling away. Vinnie took out his flask and took a swig before putting it back in his jacket pocket.
"I see you like the good stuff?" The old man said, he had gotten behind Vinnie and had seemed to have locked the door. Vinnie had a sudden wash of panic, but it quickly subsided. He's just an old man after all.
"Aye I do," Vinnie replied
"Then what would you say if I told you I had something that would never let you go 'thirsty' again?"
Vinnie realized the old man was just trying to sell him something and was about to leave.
"No wait my boy, just sit down and here me out. You see, there these certain objects scattered across the world, each with its own special powers." Vinnie was not showing any interest but the old man kept going "And I just so happen to have here one of those fabled objects."
The old man place a simple ring on the table, nothing too special about it. Odd decoration here and there.
The old man then got a glass of water and placed it on the table,
"OK now dip the ring into the water,"
Vinnie just looked at the old man.
"Fine, I'll do it" And the old man wrapped his wizened fingers around the ring and dipped it in the water. Soon enough the water started to change, into a light brown.
"Now drink it" The old man said.
Vinnie eyed up the glass, brought it to his lips and smelled it.
It was the real stuff alright..
And he tipped it back.
"Now my boy I can see that you like it, and that little ring can be yours.. For a price."
Vinnie wanted the ring, but knew he would not have nearly as much as what this Gypsy would be wanting.
The old man saw the doubt in his eyes and started to take the ring back "I see you don't want it that bad.."
The sight of the ring leaving Vinnie was unbearable, the n something came over Vinnie. A sudden rage and he grabbed for the kettle and swung it against the old man's head. Sending him to the floor, his face bloodied.
Vinnie then proceeded to beat the old man, over and over.
The old man lay cold and limp. Vinnie was breathing hard.
He regained his sense and checked the old man's pulse, he was dead.
Vinnie opened the dead man's hand and took the ring, then put it in his pocket. He picked up the old man's body and hid it in the cupboard.
Then left the caravan, subtly breaking the handle and the lock as he drove off.
Vinnie had ordered another glass of water,
How did that happen? How did it get out of hand?
Before Vinnie could dip his ring in the glass again he fell unconscious.
Damn Narcolepsy....
