patrons.
“Hey, everybody! You know who this is? This is SKEEVE THE GREAT!!!”
Now, at different times, various people have tried to tell me that I was building a rep through the dimensions. Most recently, Bunny had brought it up when explaining how she set the prices for the services of M.Y.T.H. Inc. I guess I was sort of aware of it, and had even kind of accepted it, but for the most part I didn’t really see where it made any difference in my normal day to day life. Sitting in the Wooden Stake in the dimension of Limbo, however, was not part of my normal day to day life ... and neither was the reaction of the crowd when it learned who I was.
At first, heads turned, and then drew together in whispered conversation as the whole room stared at me as if I had grown another head.
“I hope I didn’t embarrass you, Skeeve ... can I call you Skeeve? ... but I’m just so excited.” Cassandra was back in her seat, focusing all her attention on me. “Imagine, me out on a date with the Great Skeeve!’
“Umm ... that’s all right, Cassandra,” I assured her, but now my attention was elsewhere.
Over her shoulder ... heck, from all around us ... I could see people starting to make their way toward our table. Now, as I’ve mentioned, I’ve been chased by mobs before, but never starting surrounded! Still, they didn’t look particularly hostile or angry. If anything, they all seemed to have exaggerated smiles on their faces ... which considering the array of teeth in the room, wasn’t all that pleasant to behold.
“Excuse me, Cassandra,” I said, eyeing the incoming people, “but I drink ... I mean, I think we’re about to have company.”
The slip of the tongue was because I had just tried to take another sip of my drink, only to find the glass was empty except for the ice cubes ... strange, because I didn’t remember finishing it. Then the first person reached the table.
It was a male vampire, all decked out in a fine set of evening clothes which he wore with enviable grace.
“Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Skeeve,” the he said with a smile, “but I wanted to shake your hand. Always wanted to meet you, but never thought I’d get the opportunity.”
“Uh, sure,” I said, but he had already seized my hand and was pumping away.
“I was wondering ... could I have your autograph?” a young lady said, trying to edge around the first gentleman.
“What? I suppose so ...”
Unfortunately I couldn’t seem to get my hand loose from the vampire who was still shaking it, though he seemed to be looking elsewhere at the moment.
“Hey! Waiter!” I heard him call. “Another round of whatever Mr. Skeeve and his guest are drinking ... and put it on my tab!”
“Umm ... thank you,” I said, extracting my hand, and turning to the girl who had asked for an autograph. “Do you have a pen?”
“Gosh no!” she exclaimed. “But I’ll go get one. Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”
I really didn’t know what to think. I had been nervous about coming back to Limbo because of my near criminal activities during my last visit, and here they were treating me like a celebrity!
“Mr. Skeeve. If you don’t mind. It’s for my little girl.”
This last was from a weretiger who thrust both paper and pen at me. Fortunately, after the last visitor, I knew what he was after, and hastily scribbled my signature on the page.
Our ghost waiter materialized though the growing crowd and set our drinks on the table ... except there were three of them! From the color, one for Cassandra, and two for me.
“What’s with the extra?” I said.
“Compliments of the table over there, sir,” the waiter said, pointing somewhere off to my left.
I tried to look where he was indicating, and almost put my nose in the navel of another young lady who was crowding up beside me. Actually, she was one of three, anyone of whom would be eye-catching under normal circumstances, but were just part of the crowd here.
“Where are
“Hey, everybody! You know who this is? This is SKEEVE THE GREAT!!!”
Now, at different times, various people have tried to tell me that I was building a rep through the dimensions. Most recently, Bunny had brought it up when explaining how she set the prices for the services of M.Y.T.H. Inc. I guess I was sort of aware of it, and had even kind of accepted it, but for the most part I didn’t really see where it made any difference in my normal day to day life. Sitting in the Wooden Stake in the dimension of Limbo, however, was not part of my normal day to day life ... and neither was the reaction of the crowd when it learned who I was.
At first, heads turned, and then drew together in whispered conversation as the whole room stared at me as if I had grown another head.
“I hope I didn’t embarrass you, Skeeve ... can I call you Skeeve? ... but I’m just so excited.” Cassandra was back in her seat, focusing all her attention on me. “Imagine, me out on a date with the Great Skeeve!’
“Umm ... that’s all right, Cassandra,” I assured her, but now my attention was elsewhere.
Over her shoulder ... heck, from all around us ... I could see people starting to make their way toward our table. Now, as I’ve mentioned, I’ve been chased by mobs before, but never starting surrounded! Still, they didn’t look particularly hostile or angry. If anything, they all seemed to have exaggerated smiles on their faces ... which considering the array of teeth in the room, wasn’t all that pleasant to behold.
“Excuse me, Cassandra,” I said, eyeing the incoming people, “but I drink ... I mean, I think we’re about to have company.”
The slip of the tongue was because I had just tried to take another sip of my drink, only to find the glass was empty except for the ice cubes ... strange, because I didn’t remember finishing it. Then the first person reached the table.
It was a male vampire, all decked out in a fine set of evening clothes which he wore with enviable grace.
“Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Skeeve,” the he said with a smile, “but I wanted to shake your hand. Always wanted to meet you, but never thought I’d get the opportunity.”
“Uh, sure,” I said, but he had already seized my hand and was pumping away.
“I was wondering ... could I have your autograph?” a young lady said, trying to edge around the first gentleman.
“What? I suppose so ...”
Unfortunately I couldn’t seem to get my hand loose from the vampire who was still shaking it, though he seemed to be looking elsewhere at the moment.
“Hey! Waiter!” I heard him call. “Another round of whatever Mr. Skeeve and his guest are drinking ... and put it on my tab!”
“Umm ... thank you,” I said, extracting my hand, and turning to the girl who had asked for an autograph. “Do you have a pen?”
“Gosh no!” she exclaimed. “But I’ll go get one. Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”
I really didn’t know what to think. I had been nervous about coming back to Limbo because of my near criminal activities during my last visit, and here they were treating me like a celebrity!
“Mr. Skeeve. If you don’t mind. It’s for my little girl.”
This last was from a weretiger who thrust both paper and pen at me. Fortunately, after the last visitor, I knew what he was after, and hastily scribbled my signature on the page.
Our ghost waiter materialized though the growing crowd and set our drinks on the table ... except there were three of them! From the color, one for Cassandra, and two for me.
“What’s with the extra?” I said.
“Compliments of the table over there, sir,” the waiter said, pointing somewhere off to my left.
I tried to look where he was indicating, and almost put my nose in the navel of another young lady who was crowding up beside me. Actually, she was one of three, anyone of whom would be eye-catching under normal circumstances, but were just part of the crowd here.
“Where are
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