Week 14.2 – Bare Handed

Previously: Digger, minus his Drillers, and Twain are in a coffee planning their next move. And now…

“So what do you think your next step will be?” Twain asked.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Digger said. “I think we should head back to Bayside.”

“We?”

“Well, you have an interest in this, too,” Digger said. “Don’t you want to see it through?”

Twain took a bite of pancakes and nodded. “Except, I’m really not so much the hero type. What exactly do you think I can do to help?”

“Drive me home, for one thing,” Digger said. “And you’ve been to the Cobalt Czar’s kingdom or whatever it is. That knowledge might be helpful.”

“You’re just flattering me, now,” Twain said and took a drink of his Coke.

“And who drinks Coke with pancakes, anyway?” Digger asked.

“What else would I drink?” Twain asked “Orange juice is too sour.”

“Milk?” Digger ventured.

“I’m not a baby,” Twain countered.

“Then coffee.”

Twain shook his head. “Don’t like coffee.”

“I thought you loved coffee,” Digger said, confused.

Twain put down his fork. “What could possibly make you think I love coffee?”

“I don’t know. I just thought you did,” Digger said, thinking. “I mean, it always smells like coffee in your van.”

Twain sat up a little straighter. “That was… somebody spilled that, a long time ago. Never did get the smell out.”

“Okay, whatever,” Digger said. “When can we leave?”

“Tell me again why you want to go back home?”

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]”I figure instead of trying to track this guy down with no leads, I go home and wait for him to contact me, then we can follow a fresh trail.” “Not the worst plan, I guess…”[/blockquote]“I don’t think I told you in the first place,” Digger said. “The guy said he’d get back in touch with me in a week, and it’s getting pretty close to that now.  I figure instead of trying to track this guy down with no leads, I go home and wait for him to contact me, then we can follow a fresh trail.”

“Not the worst plan, I guess,” Twain said.

“Now you’re just flattering me,” Digger said. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah,” Twain said. Digger nudged the check across the table toward him. Twain looked at it, then looked at Digger. “What?”

“You need to pay the check,” Digger said.

“I thought you were picking up the checks,” Twain said. “What happened to that money you borrowed from your girlfriend?”

“Number one, she’s not my girlfriend, and number two, the money went where the rest of my clothes went when I put the mask on,” Digger said.

“Okay, I’ll buy that,” Twain said, picking up the check.

“While you’re doing that, give me some money,” Digger said. “I’ll run next door and buy us some sodas for the road.”

Twain started to say something, but just shrugged and pulled out his wallet. He handed Digger a twenty and turned toward the cash register. Digger walked outside and headed toward a nearby convenience store. As he walked, he caught the scent of coffee, and after moment, traced the smell to the twenty dollar bill in his hand.

“Huh,” he said, “and he said he doesn’t like coffee. Oh shit!”

The money smelled like coffee!

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