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Pizza Shop
1 ReviewsFound this one on the hard drive, Millenion days, characters at ease.
The round table in the center of the room was surrounded by six chairs.
Harry took the first, next to him on the right was Bob, and beside him was Bunji. Next to Bunji sat an empty chair, then Lee. Next to Lee sat Brandon Heat, always on Harry’s left side.
“Hello boys,” a bouncy bright eyed blond with a gold tooth and dark brown eyes smiled as she poured water into the empty glasses. She asked them politely if they wanted anything from the bar. Harry a scotch, Brandon a cola, and Bob and Bunji decided to share a pitcher of beer. Lee pursed his lips and looked over the drink insert in the menu.
“No tea?” he asked.
“No I’m sorry,” she said.
“This is East Billion Lee, they only do coffee,” said Harry.
Lee sighed and with a smile said, “I’ll take the mango mocha.”
“Ew,” Harry curled his lip in disfavor.
“Don’t ew my choices,” said Lee, brow furrowed.
Brandon grinned at Bunji and then got serious, touching the space between his eyes. Bunji in turn removed his glasses.
When drinks arrived, she was ready to take their orders. Brandon ordered a vegetarian pizza, which sounded disgusting to Bunji but he didn’t say ‘ew’. Instead, he raised his menu high enough to flinch as Brandon ordered a tomato pie with green asparagus, broccoli, mushrooms, corn, red peppers, green peppers, and onions; ew just wasn’t strong enough an expression.
“You’re still on that vegetarian kick eh Brandon?” asked Harry. Brandon nodded, cola straw between his lips. “Man it must be nasty going down on you,” as Harry spoke, his eyes shifted a moment to Bunji. Bunji’s eyes moved to Bob’s and the chubby man looked away quickly.
Bunji looked at Brandon. What’s up with this?
“Uh!” said Lee, his face contorted into a grimace of disapproval “What possesses you to say things like that where people are eating Harry?”
“What?” Harry smiled, “It’s true what they say about vegetarians, right? Let me ask you Lee, since you have the most experience with that sort of thing, you ever been down on a vegetarian?”
“Once or twice,” Lee stared at Harry with a warning.
“Uh huh, and why not more?” asked Harry.
“It’s best not mentioned at a lunch table.” Lee said finally.
“See,” Harry laughed.
“I want a Nordic,” Bob spoke up and the girl wrote quickly on her little scratch pad, “extra tuna and anchovies, no onions.”
The girl stared at Bunji, who sat oblivious with his nose in the menu.
“Koo gash arah,” sang Lee.
“I want the barbeque, no onions because when I bite them they make me want to puke,” and to Lee he said, “My name is KUGA. SHIRA. I ain’t from Balkan so don’t say it like you just did.”
Brandon shot Bunji a disapproving glare, but he knew Bunji hated the way Lee butchered his name.
“How about I just say…hey dumbass,” Lee mused with genteel sarcasm, dumping sugar into his coffee and ignoring Bunji’s glare.
“I want,” Harry smiled and stared up at her, “to know what you’re doing later.”
The girl laughed noisily, embarrassing herself and drawing attention to the table. “I’m sorry sir-”
“It’s okay, I was talking to him.” Harry looked over at Lee and the girl covered her mouth to laugh even harder. “Seriously, I want the Camembert Mille-feuille. I won’t shit for a week, but what the hell.”
Lee clicked his tongue while the rest of them laughed. The waitress tensed up and remained next to Harry while watching as Lee sipped his steaming mocha before speaking. “I’ll have my usual.”
“The Gigameat?” she asked.
Bunji laughed quietly while Harry, Brandon, and Bob aimed their smiles downward. Lee watched Bunji titter and asked the girl, “Don’t you have an age limit for beer drinkers? Don’t they have to be out of grade school?”
Bunji mocked Lee by forcing his eyes to a squint and saying, “Don’t you have an age limit for beer drinkers,”
“I don’t look like that!” laughed Lee.
“Yes you do,” Bunji smiled.
“The day I look and sound like that, I’ll let you shoot me,” Lee grinned.
“Let me ask you Lee,” Harry winked at Bunji. “If they offered foreskin as a topping, would you eat it?”
“Depends,” Lee sipped his coffee, “Was the owner a vegetarian?”
The roar of laughter brought their table some attention.
Brandon smiled wide at Lee before the girl asked “Did you want your usual salad Mister Heat?”
“Not today,” he said softly.
“Are you sure Mr. Heat, we have the ranch dressing?” she took his menu.
“No thank you.” Brandon was kind, handing her the remaining menus. With that she walked away, all of them-except Lee and Bunji-watched her from behind as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Harry broke the silence by emulating her.
“Aw Mister Heat can I suck your dick for you? Can I rub my titties on your dick? Please Mister Heat,” Bunji laughed the strongest, and Lee nudged Brandon’s arm, pointing his head at Bunji. “All the chicks like Brandon and Lee,” Harry smirked. “It’s the long hair, it makes their pussies cream.” Lee ignored this remark by producing a file, turning to his side and buffing his fingernails. Brandon watched in wonder as Lee performed such a feminine task but made it look so manly. “My receptionist Abby keeps asking when Lee is coming in,” Harry said, imitating her, “Is he married, does he have children?”
“Are you gonna cut your hair Brandon?” asked Bob.
Brandon shrugged his shoulders and said, “When I have to,”
“Abby’s your receptionist?” Bunji asked between gulps of his beer, “Damn, I thought that was Lee’s job.”
Harry laughed at this as Lee tilted his head back, aimed his chin at Bunji, and fixed his eyes on Brandon, “You know, it’s customary to muzzle one’s dog when it begins barking in public.”
Brandon furrowed his brow at Bunji in his most disapproving stare. Bunji was close to shooting Lee, real close, but dealing with aniki for doing it wasn’t on his agenda for the day.
“Don’t refer to him as dog Lee,” Brandon said respectful but stern. “And Kugashira shut your mouth.”
Lee smirked and shook his head before turning back to his nails. Bunji dropped it, unwilling to argue. Bob watched Harry smile with glee; the boss loved tense moments when he wasn’t the cause of the tension. When the pizza arrived things lightened up. Bunji and Lee both reached for the red pepper, touching one another while doing so.
“Ladies first,” Bunji smirked.
“Beast before burden,” Lee smiled, shoving it at Bunji and spilling pepper on to his plate.
Brandon and Harry were oblivious to the latest tension because they were listening to Bob talk about placing microphones the size of pin-heads inside steam rooms, in order to listen in on conversations. Brandon was disturbed by the unethical nature of Bob’s suggestions while Harry’s final say was, yes-do it.
Brandon shifted his interest since Harry’s ideas of late disturbed him. He watched as Bunji, now over his initial shyness of his first lunch with them, engaged in a civil if not slightly confrontational exchange with Lee. Brandon wondered if this was Bunji’s way of flirting.
“What are you talking about, Billion State Correctional has the best food,” said Bunji speaking with his mouth full.
“If you like powdered eggs three times a day,” Lee said with a disgusted look on his face, “Correctional East is the best hands down.”
After a few moments Randy appeared. He’d come in earlier with Big Daddy, Bear Walken, and some others and were shown to a private room. All of them stopped eating, except Bob.
“How are you MacDowell?” Randy asked.
“Fine as always,” Harry smiled. “What can I do for you, or Big Daddy?”
“Actually,” Randy turned to Brandon. “I’ve been told to ask if you’d join us, Brandon Heat.”
Bunji smiled; aniki invited by Big Daddy to have lunch.
Lee looked down and silently forced air through his nose before shifting his eyes to Harry. For a moment he saw the pain, disappointment, and frustration. It flashed true for a second and was replaced by a bright glowing gaze at Brandon.
“No thank you, not today.” Brandon said.
Bunji was shocked, he would have accepted in a heart-beat.
“Of course,” Randy expected as much.
Harry sat back, with his drink in hand, and watched Randy walk away.
“Are you nuts?” Harry said to Brandon. “You should’ve gone.”
“I didn’t want to,” Brandon suddenly appeared uncomfortable.
“I’m telling you Brandon, acting stupid will get you nowhere,” scolded Harry, as Brandon said nothing and tried going back to eating his pizza. “You don’t turn down a man like Big Daddy. Why didn’t you go? Is it because he’s banging Maria?”
Lee’s dropped his fork to his plate noisily, “Harry!”
“Excuse me, I’m talking to my friend,” Harry said.
“No, you’re nagging him because you’re pissed off.” Lee said.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry asked Lee.
Bunji didn’t quite know what to do or say. He looked at Brandon who, to his shock, was staring right at him. Bunji didn’t know what to do for him because he honestly couldn’t read aniki yet to know what he was thinking or feeling.
“You’re making Brandon uncomfortable because you’re pissed off,” snapped Lee.
“I am pissed off, my friend turned down a golden op.” said Harry.
“No,” Lee lowered his voice and spoke with more control. “You’re angry because you weren’t asked to join them and Brandon was. You’ll keep harping on him about it until you feel better, and I’m in no mood to listen to it Harry.”
Brandon sighed.
Harry remained silent, playing with the ice in his empty glass and glaring at Lee. He shifted his eyes to Brandon. “Am I making you uncomfortable-?”
“-Yes,” Brandon answered immediately.
Harry laughed, “Fine! I was pissed because my balls got plucked.”
Bob laughed out loud, Brandon smiled, and Lee resumed eating. Harry tapped Brandon’s hand and smiled. Brandon beamed at Harry and turned back to Bunji, who was studying Lee over his beer glass. He was in awe of how Lee spoke up to the Boss, stunned at how he did it with such poise and speed; like a mako cutting through water to jab at its prey.
The waitress arrived and handed the check to Lee before squirreling over beside Bunji. “Excuse me Mr. Poundmax?”
“Yeah?” Bob asked, handing Lee some cash for the tip.
“I was wondering,” she mumbled, “This is so weird but, I was wondering if I gave you my number, would you call me sometime?”
Bob looked like a deer caught in the headlights, so Bunji looked up at her and asked “You’re not a vegetarian are you?”
Gynocrat
2005
Harry took the first, next to him on the right was Bob, and beside him was Bunji. Next to Bunji sat an empty chair, then Lee. Next to Lee sat Brandon Heat, always on Harry’s left side.
“Hello boys,” a bouncy bright eyed blond with a gold tooth and dark brown eyes smiled as she poured water into the empty glasses. She asked them politely if they wanted anything from the bar. Harry a scotch, Brandon a cola, and Bob and Bunji decided to share a pitcher of beer. Lee pursed his lips and looked over the drink insert in the menu.
“No tea?” he asked.
“No I’m sorry,” she said.
“This is East Billion Lee, they only do coffee,” said Harry.
Lee sighed and with a smile said, “I’ll take the mango mocha.”
“Ew,” Harry curled his lip in disfavor.
“Don’t ew my choices,” said Lee, brow furrowed.
Brandon grinned at Bunji and then got serious, touching the space between his eyes. Bunji in turn removed his glasses.
When drinks arrived, she was ready to take their orders. Brandon ordered a vegetarian pizza, which sounded disgusting to Bunji but he didn’t say ‘ew’. Instead, he raised his menu high enough to flinch as Brandon ordered a tomato pie with green asparagus, broccoli, mushrooms, corn, red peppers, green peppers, and onions; ew just wasn’t strong enough an expression.
“You’re still on that vegetarian kick eh Brandon?” asked Harry. Brandon nodded, cola straw between his lips. “Man it must be nasty going down on you,” as Harry spoke, his eyes shifted a moment to Bunji. Bunji’s eyes moved to Bob’s and the chubby man looked away quickly.
Bunji looked at Brandon. What’s up with this?
“Uh!” said Lee, his face contorted into a grimace of disapproval “What possesses you to say things like that where people are eating Harry?”
“What?” Harry smiled, “It’s true what they say about vegetarians, right? Let me ask you Lee, since you have the most experience with that sort of thing, you ever been down on a vegetarian?”
“Once or twice,” Lee stared at Harry with a warning.
“Uh huh, and why not more?” asked Harry.
“It’s best not mentioned at a lunch table.” Lee said finally.
“See,” Harry laughed.
“I want a Nordic,” Bob spoke up and the girl wrote quickly on her little scratch pad, “extra tuna and anchovies, no onions.”
The girl stared at Bunji, who sat oblivious with his nose in the menu.
“Koo gash arah,” sang Lee.
“I want the barbeque, no onions because when I bite them they make me want to puke,” and to Lee he said, “My name is KUGA. SHIRA. I ain’t from Balkan so don’t say it like you just did.”
Brandon shot Bunji a disapproving glare, but he knew Bunji hated the way Lee butchered his name.
“How about I just say…hey dumbass,” Lee mused with genteel sarcasm, dumping sugar into his coffee and ignoring Bunji’s glare.
“I want,” Harry smiled and stared up at her, “to know what you’re doing later.”
The girl laughed noisily, embarrassing herself and drawing attention to the table. “I’m sorry sir-”
“It’s okay, I was talking to him.” Harry looked over at Lee and the girl covered her mouth to laugh even harder. “Seriously, I want the Camembert Mille-feuille. I won’t shit for a week, but what the hell.”
Lee clicked his tongue while the rest of them laughed. The waitress tensed up and remained next to Harry while watching as Lee sipped his steaming mocha before speaking. “I’ll have my usual.”
“The Gigameat?” she asked.
Bunji laughed quietly while Harry, Brandon, and Bob aimed their smiles downward. Lee watched Bunji titter and asked the girl, “Don’t you have an age limit for beer drinkers? Don’t they have to be out of grade school?”
Bunji mocked Lee by forcing his eyes to a squint and saying, “Don’t you have an age limit for beer drinkers,”
“I don’t look like that!” laughed Lee.
“Yes you do,” Bunji smiled.
“The day I look and sound like that, I’ll let you shoot me,” Lee grinned.
“Let me ask you Lee,” Harry winked at Bunji. “If they offered foreskin as a topping, would you eat it?”
“Depends,” Lee sipped his coffee, “Was the owner a vegetarian?”
The roar of laughter brought their table some attention.
Brandon smiled wide at Lee before the girl asked “Did you want your usual salad Mister Heat?”
“Not today,” he said softly.
“Are you sure Mr. Heat, we have the ranch dressing?” she took his menu.
“No thank you.” Brandon was kind, handing her the remaining menus. With that she walked away, all of them-except Lee and Bunji-watched her from behind as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Harry broke the silence by emulating her.
“Aw Mister Heat can I suck your dick for you? Can I rub my titties on your dick? Please Mister Heat,” Bunji laughed the strongest, and Lee nudged Brandon’s arm, pointing his head at Bunji. “All the chicks like Brandon and Lee,” Harry smirked. “It’s the long hair, it makes their pussies cream.” Lee ignored this remark by producing a file, turning to his side and buffing his fingernails. Brandon watched in wonder as Lee performed such a feminine task but made it look so manly. “My receptionist Abby keeps asking when Lee is coming in,” Harry said, imitating her, “Is he married, does he have children?”
“Are you gonna cut your hair Brandon?” asked Bob.
Brandon shrugged his shoulders and said, “When I have to,”
“Abby’s your receptionist?” Bunji asked between gulps of his beer, “Damn, I thought that was Lee’s job.”
Harry laughed at this as Lee tilted his head back, aimed his chin at Bunji, and fixed his eyes on Brandon, “You know, it’s customary to muzzle one’s dog when it begins barking in public.”
Brandon furrowed his brow at Bunji in his most disapproving stare. Bunji was close to shooting Lee, real close, but dealing with aniki for doing it wasn’t on his agenda for the day.
“Don’t refer to him as dog Lee,” Brandon said respectful but stern. “And Kugashira shut your mouth.”
Lee smirked and shook his head before turning back to his nails. Bunji dropped it, unwilling to argue. Bob watched Harry smile with glee; the boss loved tense moments when he wasn’t the cause of the tension. When the pizza arrived things lightened up. Bunji and Lee both reached for the red pepper, touching one another while doing so.
“Ladies first,” Bunji smirked.
“Beast before burden,” Lee smiled, shoving it at Bunji and spilling pepper on to his plate.
Brandon and Harry were oblivious to the latest tension because they were listening to Bob talk about placing microphones the size of pin-heads inside steam rooms, in order to listen in on conversations. Brandon was disturbed by the unethical nature of Bob’s suggestions while Harry’s final say was, yes-do it.
Brandon shifted his interest since Harry’s ideas of late disturbed him. He watched as Bunji, now over his initial shyness of his first lunch with them, engaged in a civil if not slightly confrontational exchange with Lee. Brandon wondered if this was Bunji’s way of flirting.
“What are you talking about, Billion State Correctional has the best food,” said Bunji speaking with his mouth full.
“If you like powdered eggs three times a day,” Lee said with a disgusted look on his face, “Correctional East is the best hands down.”
After a few moments Randy appeared. He’d come in earlier with Big Daddy, Bear Walken, and some others and were shown to a private room. All of them stopped eating, except Bob.
“How are you MacDowell?” Randy asked.
“Fine as always,” Harry smiled. “What can I do for you, or Big Daddy?”
“Actually,” Randy turned to Brandon. “I’ve been told to ask if you’d join us, Brandon Heat.”
Bunji smiled; aniki invited by Big Daddy to have lunch.
Lee looked down and silently forced air through his nose before shifting his eyes to Harry. For a moment he saw the pain, disappointment, and frustration. It flashed true for a second and was replaced by a bright glowing gaze at Brandon.
“No thank you, not today.” Brandon said.
Bunji was shocked, he would have accepted in a heart-beat.
“Of course,” Randy expected as much.
Harry sat back, with his drink in hand, and watched Randy walk away.
“Are you nuts?” Harry said to Brandon. “You should’ve gone.”
“I didn’t want to,” Brandon suddenly appeared uncomfortable.
“I’m telling you Brandon, acting stupid will get you nowhere,” scolded Harry, as Brandon said nothing and tried going back to eating his pizza. “You don’t turn down a man like Big Daddy. Why didn’t you go? Is it because he’s banging Maria?”
Lee’s dropped his fork to his plate noisily, “Harry!”
“Excuse me, I’m talking to my friend,” Harry said.
“No, you’re nagging him because you’re pissed off.” Lee said.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry asked Lee.
Bunji didn’t quite know what to do or say. He looked at Brandon who, to his shock, was staring right at him. Bunji didn’t know what to do for him because he honestly couldn’t read aniki yet to know what he was thinking or feeling.
“You’re making Brandon uncomfortable because you’re pissed off,” snapped Lee.
“I am pissed off, my friend turned down a golden op.” said Harry.
“No,” Lee lowered his voice and spoke with more control. “You’re angry because you weren’t asked to join them and Brandon was. You’ll keep harping on him about it until you feel better, and I’m in no mood to listen to it Harry.”
Brandon sighed.
Harry remained silent, playing with the ice in his empty glass and glaring at Lee. He shifted his eyes to Brandon. “Am I making you uncomfortable-?”
“-Yes,” Brandon answered immediately.
Harry laughed, “Fine! I was pissed because my balls got plucked.”
Bob laughed out loud, Brandon smiled, and Lee resumed eating. Harry tapped Brandon’s hand and smiled. Brandon beamed at Harry and turned back to Bunji, who was studying Lee over his beer glass. He was in awe of how Lee spoke up to the Boss, stunned at how he did it with such poise and speed; like a mako cutting through water to jab at its prey.
The waitress arrived and handed the check to Lee before squirreling over beside Bunji. “Excuse me Mr. Poundmax?”
“Yeah?” Bob asked, handing Lee some cash for the tip.
“I was wondering,” she mumbled, “This is so weird but, I was wondering if I gave you my number, would you call me sometime?”
Bob looked like a deer caught in the headlights, so Bunji looked up at her and asked “You’re not a vegetarian are you?”
Gynocrat
2005
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