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Bored with this scene I ask her "Have you been to Gravity Hill?"
"Isn't every hill gravity related?"
"To right, but the hill I have in mind is special. You put car in neutral at bottom and gravity will pull you up."
"Get out." she says.
"I plan to and I want company. So what say you?"
"Oh. I have nothing planned tonight. I'm fair game."
"Great, it's a good thing I keep my hunting license up to date. Let's go." I pay the tab and leave tip for bartender. She smiles & waves, knowing I'll be back tomorrow night. Walking into the parking lot we head for the limo parked in far corner. "Oh, I didn't know you're a limo driver."
"Eh, only when James takes a night off. You're in luck tonight. bar is fully stocked and he has no where else to go."
"Isn't it cliche to have a limo driver named James?" she mocks.
"Yes, terribly so. which is why I pay him extra." Derek is sitting behind the wheel playing some handheld gaming system. I open the door for her and follow her in. "Don't bother opening the door, James. I can handle it."
"I figured as much, you have to do something to keep your girlish figure." Derek replies. "So, who do you have with you and how did you con her into keeping you company?"
"He didn't con me into anything but I am a wide-eyed innocent babe. He mentioned something about this hill that defies gravity." she says.
"You know Bob, that line only works for those who didn't grow up here. What do you use when you try picking up local women?" the limo driver asks.
"James, I use the good ole stand-by. 'Come with me, if you want to live' in my best Terminator impression" Tired groan coming from the front seat. She chuckles and asks me in her best Sarah Conner impression "So, what's your story?" As Derek pulls out and proceeds to general direction of Flattop Mountain. I lean forward and prepare myself a gin & Squirt. "Oh, it's the same as everyone else on this planet. Veni, Vidi, Visa. Latin for 'I came, I saw, I charged.'"
"Oh? is that how you could afford a limo & driver? You're running up your credit card debt?" she inquires. Stirring my drink "Hardly, remember that freak inheritance, well I invested wisely and doubled my money & earn a hefty interest monthy. Right now I only work out of boredom."
"So Bob, what is your cure for boredom?"
"Oh, my name isn't Bob, James calls me that because in his book, tit-for-tat. I'm the tit, he's the tat. Or vice versa. I could never figure it out."
"He's the tit alright." Derek chimes in.
"I go by the moniker Aloysius, the guy who couldn't write his name." ignoring Dereks interuption.
"Oh really, well I'm here to collect your bounty. Siren is the name and bounty hunting is my game." she retorts."Well, it's a good thing I paid my debt to society by singing." I shoot back. "Yes, it is a good thing because my bounty license has expired. By the way, Aloysius. You didn't answer my question, what is your cure for boredom?"
"Well, I run charitable business of sorts. 'Aliwishes Give & Take' you drop off your unwanted possessions & clothing and can exchange it weekly. Sort of a second hand store that recycles. Years ago there was a church that had something similar but they had expired food but I don't. I used to frequent there for several years, which is how I got my wardrobe & other possessions. They closed their doors after 30+ years of service. I operate on donations for electricity & rental space and when that runs low, I pay it myself." Siren leans over and prepares herself another Manhattan "Wow, quite the business venture, are you going for your sainthood?" she inquires.
"Hardly, you'd have to be in some religious organization that believes in "get out of hell" free card for that and worships a 3-sided Omnipotent being." never one to discuss religion or politics, I ask her "How do you cure boredom? Besides frequenting bars and such."
"Oh, I'm chocolatier. I run and operate my own business. Just started not too long ago, I hope to make enough to pay rent and other monthly bills."
