Black Friday; Part 3

                                                               HARVEY


"What a lovely little outfit, do you think she would wear it though?"


Harvey asked his best pal Lloyd, holding the purple low cut tank top that read "porn star"  across it in sparkly silver lettering.
Lloyd had a very unamused look upon his face, telling Harvey what he was about to say.


"I think it to be a tad trite old bean, I am quite certain she has no desire to be so truthful in advertising her occupation."


Harvey looked a bit annoyed by his chums droll retort.


"I told you already that she is retiring!"


Harvey whined back at Lloyd.


"She loves me so much that she can no longer bear to be with any other man, not even like that."


A meek smile fell upon his face as he put the tank top back and turned to move on.


"She is all mine now bud, you might wanna start looking for a place of your own here soon, ain't gonna be much room for you when the little miss and I start crappin' out wee ones."


"Duly noted." Lloyd flatly replied.
"But do you really believe she feels that way? I mean, you do have her locked in a cage at the moment, so she is likely to be telling you simply what you wish to hear."


Harvey considered his friends words as they rounded the corner of the clothing section and seamlessly made they way into hardware.
For a six foot tall half man/half lizard sporting a powdered wig, Lloyd always had a way of presenting sound logic.


"You have a point, perhaps I need to have a more meaningful conversation with her about the matter. Just so happens we are in the right section to find what we need to extract the truth." Harvey said smiling at his buddy, just before he was promptly shoulder check on both sides by two men who looked and dressed exactly alike.



                                                              IVAN


"Welcome to cost mart, have happy times!"


Ivan looked at the family of five grinning in the most nonthreatening way he could muster, but was met with standoffish body language and complete silence.
If they only knew what he had accomplished in his homeland, they would have surely not dared look at him in such ways and would most certainly smile back, albeit in fear of being skinned alive and/or having their head stuck on the end of a pike.


Back home he served no man and most certainly never smiled submissively at anybody, but here in this land of spoiled milk and venomous honey, the cost mart was the only place willing to even give him gainful employ. He left a place where he was wealthy, feared and respected to come here, a place where he is thought of a stupid and clueless.
A place where people thought him to be less than they are simply because he cannot properly grasp their messy, mutant language.


He missed his home, his comrades and his family, few people even bothered to learn his name here. He despised the fact that he had no choice but to remain in America and try to forge a life for himself, luckily he had recently made a new friend who promised to help him do just that and today was the day that it would begin.
Just as he was considering all this, he felt a firm hand slap him on his wide, thick back, the hand of his new friend Clive.


He could not help but notice a distinct looking folder underneath his arm before he met his allies always bright gaze and ever sharkish smile.
Ivan felt the trigger phrase about to escape from his lips before they even began to make a sound, but much to his dismay all that came out for now was....

"How's it goin' big red?"
































                                                                 IVAN




                                                                 CHRIS