Post by johnmwhite on Apr 3, 2011 11:16:21 GMT -5
--Replay button? We are not going to play it again, Sam. No, for the next time someone pushes the button on the REW site to view a webcast, they are treated with a brand new video in a... well in the exact same location. In fact as we pan across the bar, looking at the glittering titles and trophies behind it, it might well seem to be the exact same movie playing once more. But then, there's something a little different...--
Knock Knock!
--Bartender Tommy looks up, curious at who would be attending the bar at this hour. It is just a little after noon.--
Tommy: Door's open!
--The door opens with a creak befitting the bar's rustic image. In steps a man not at all congruous with the surroundings. The building is covered in brown wood and frontier style furnishings. The man is a clear urbanite - in a crisp black suit with a garish purple sports coat. He strides up to the bar, nodding in recognition at its keeper.--
Tommy: It's yourself. What'll you be having?
John Michael White: What else? Scotch.
--The bartender reaches below the counter and at that instant, the snake strikes. JMW grabs Tommy's head and slams his face hard into the surface of the bar.--
Tommy: Ahhh!
John Michael White: Where's Holiday?
Tommy: What the hell, man?
--JMW slams Dreamer's head down again.--
John Michael White: Where's Holiday?
Tommy: He's in the can!
--John Michael White reaches with his cane across the bar and begins bashing the bottles, the trophies, everything he can reach.--
Tommy: Jesus, what's wrong with you?
John Michael White: You can defend yourself, I am sure, but do you really want to for the sake of Aaron Fucking Holiday?
--Tommy steps away from the cane, dodging the blows. He skirts around the bar, glancing back toward the bathroom. With all he drinks, Holiday would be pissing like a racehorse, but it would not take him long to hear the glass shattering and smell the alcohol flying everywhere. JMW, meanwhile, reaches for the bottle of whiskey Dreamer had been about to pour, and starts sloshing it all over the bar.--
John Michael White: The dream is over. REW is finished. This may well be the House that Holiday Built, but it will also be the House that White Burned Down!
--The bartender's eyes widen as he sees the lawyer slip a matchbook from his coat pocket.--
Dreamer: Oh hell!
--Dreamer hightails it. There is a moment of calm, and then... JMW drops the match. Behind him, a trail of fire blazes across the bar as the lawyer just walks out the door.--
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