Two Girls Means a Pack of Trouble

"What you doing?" Aqua asked. She took the seat across from Max. He pulled the earphones out of their sockets.

"Listening to some Seventies music," he replied.

"You're so retro," she said with a smile as she brought the drink to her lips and sipped the sweet allure of alcohol as if for the first time.

"That I am," he said. "I'm a machine reborn."

"Too cool," Aqua replied, placing the drink down.

"You didn't get carded here, did you?" he asked her.

Aqua smiled that smile.

"Yo, Max!" called Angst as she strolled into the bar; she was an angel without wings, a bullet babe. She made heads turns as she strolled through the crowd.

Max nodded to her and continued to sip his pint. He was thirsty. He knew any moment now that trouble would be brewing, as he eyed the college frat boys chugging their drinks and giving him the glances. 

He was sitting with two young women. And this was stirring the patriarchal-possess-the-object-programming of the throng of groin-headed misogynauts.

Morning Delivery

INT. MAGS' APARTMENT - DAY

MAGGIE is dancing with the skill of a professional ballerina, though she is using her katana as well. She is sweaty, looks like she's been dancing for a little while now.

A KNOCK. Maggie stops and grabs a towel, heading to the door. On the way there she puts her katana back in the sheath on the stand.

AT DOOR
Maggie peers thru peephole. Sees a messenger with a parcel. Opens door.

IN CORRIDOR

A MESSENGER has a package wrapped in pink paper tucked under his arms. He holds out a electronic clipboard for her to sign. Maggie takes it and signs.

MESSENGER:
Dora Flora?

MAGGIE
In the flesh.

Maggie hands Messenger a crisp bill then shuts the door. Walking away from door she unwraps package. She finds a business card with a number 555-555 and a slogan on it:

MAGGIE:
(reads)
'Prepare for the future'

Maggie walks to the phone. Reaching out for it. She dials the number. A recorded message, a male voice:

MAN (V.O.):
Let the dice roll.

The phone goes dead. Maggie opens up the pink wrapper. It is a book. She takes it in her hands and looks at it.

MAGGIE:
Feng Shui?

A Pint or Two

They were sitting at a pub called "Rob Roy's", enjoying the evening along with several pints of beer. Max was there, Maggie by his side, leaning up against his shoulder like a school girl deeply in love. Frank, Goner, Angst and Memphis sat around the table, as well.

"Here's to us," said Frank as he raised his glass to the center of the table. "We are the knights true, fighting the fight, living the cool."

"Hear hear," Max said.

The others clunked their glasses to the toast and all took a long pull from the ale they were drinking. And at that moment the ale tasted sweeter than ever. Max thought of how the Greek gods must have felt sitting with their brethren and toasting the world.

"This is great," Angst said. "This has been a long time coming."

"Too long," Maggie added. She squeezed Max's hand and looked him in the eyes. The signals had been sent a long time ago, and the intent of the look was truer today than when they were first sent.

Frank pounded back the pint and signaled the server for another round. Goner nodded at Frank in approval, because who knew when they would have a night like this ever again.

> Natasha in Plureality

Natasha shouldered her way through the line blocking the store entrance.   

“That’s bullshit,” she said to Abhay. “I don’t want to have them staring in at me all fucking shift.”  

Abhay folded the sleeves of the sweater slowly and precisely, eyes focused on the creases. He nodded at Natasha in sympathy. She hopped up the steps behind the counter.  

“What’s worse is that when it’s over they’re all gonna file past the window and some dumb fuck is gonna shout something loud enough and spoil what happens.”  

Abhay gently laid the sweater in the pile with the others. “So basically you’re mad because you want to be in that line tonight?”  

The crystal imbedded in Natasha’s forehead rotated along the Guidance axis and channeled the following: Note how your trajectory crosses then achieves a threatened stasis alongside // Posture #83.