The Crescent City Night Law School Addendum the first?
Jan 27, 2021 21:29:58 GMT -5
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Post by The Colossus on Jan 27, 2021 21:29:58 GMT -5
Angus had strolled outside to enjoy his regular pastime of watching the sunrise over Crescent City Park. In hand was a steaming cup o’ joe.
Exultant in the early morning tapestry of reds and oranges, was what Angus had thought to be the case.
The Red Wasp, sleeping under a tree, with a bottle, past tense, of bottom shelf alcohol. The glass wasn’t clear, and that isn’t a good sign. Angus sighed and decided to have what they call in the west a mosey.
A sharp boot brought the Wasp to his feet, and then belly-flopped heroically into the swimming pool of his dreams, or in this case, a green lawn.
“I’ll TAKE the case”
The Wasp announced shambling.. Err scrambling to his feet. He squinted in the harsh morning light, which was still an hour off. Looking at the sky, then at Angus, some form of dim recognition crossed his face.
“Looks like I finished early this evening.”
Angus who by this point is used to what some might describe as “malarky”, of the non-finite variety, was non-plussed.
“Try morning.”
“Wait. Is court.. Uh.. trial thingy happening today?”
Angus scratched the side of his head.
“Mmm. No.”
The Wasp thought about this and scratched the side of his face, some leaves falling off of the antenna on his mask.
“Do you need LEGAL ADVICE?!”
He perked up momentarily, sending another small cascade of twigs and other park detritus less suitable to polite conversation falling off of him.
Angus didn’t bother to respond and sipped his coffee, eyeing the man.
“Figured you could use some coffee.”
The Wasp considered this seriously.
“Coffee is not great for you. But I accept.”
Angus of course looked at what was now clearly more than one bottle of past tense alcohol.
“Thought you might want some career advice. Saw you in the ring in NLW, you’re not bad. Wondering if you might not think about calling up NPW, seeing what they’ve got.”
The Wasp perked up, he reached into his suit coat pocket and flourished business cards, which like pop rocks in soda, exploded everywhere. Ignoring this, and taking on what he assumed was a Super Hero Pose, I guess Homeless Lawyer man?
"This Gus Arnold might hire me on as NPW Legal Counsel?"
Angus looked The Wasp over, he needed a bath, a shave, a suit from an era that didn't worship mullets...
He shook his head, this was lost on the Wasp, who currently was winning what was likely to be a long campaign against gravity.
"I mean, anything is possible kid."
Angus and the Wasp walked back to Crescent City Fight Club, Angus knew he’d likely come to regret drying this bum out, but hey, if you’re gonna run a circus, never skimp on the clowns.
Exultant in the early morning tapestry of reds and oranges, was what Angus had thought to be the case.
The Red Wasp, sleeping under a tree, with a bottle, past tense, of bottom shelf alcohol. The glass wasn’t clear, and that isn’t a good sign. Angus sighed and decided to have what they call in the west a mosey.
A sharp boot brought the Wasp to his feet, and then belly-flopped heroically into the swimming pool of his dreams, or in this case, a green lawn.
“I’ll TAKE the case”
The Wasp announced shambling.. Err scrambling to his feet. He squinted in the harsh morning light, which was still an hour off. Looking at the sky, then at Angus, some form of dim recognition crossed his face.
“Looks like I finished early this evening.”
Angus who by this point is used to what some might describe as “malarky”, of the non-finite variety, was non-plussed.
“Try morning.”
“Wait. Is court.. Uh.. trial thingy happening today?”
Angus scratched the side of his head.
“Mmm. No.”
The Wasp thought about this and scratched the side of his face, some leaves falling off of the antenna on his mask.
“Do you need LEGAL ADVICE?!”
He perked up momentarily, sending another small cascade of twigs and other park detritus less suitable to polite conversation falling off of him.
Angus didn’t bother to respond and sipped his coffee, eyeing the man.
“Figured you could use some coffee.”
The Wasp considered this seriously.
“Coffee is not great for you. But I accept.”
Angus of course looked at what was now clearly more than one bottle of past tense alcohol.
“Thought you might want some career advice. Saw you in the ring in NLW, you’re not bad. Wondering if you might not think about calling up NPW, seeing what they’ve got.”
The Wasp perked up, he reached into his suit coat pocket and flourished business cards, which like pop rocks in soda, exploded everywhere. Ignoring this, and taking on what he assumed was a Super Hero Pose, I guess Homeless Lawyer man?
"This Gus Arnold might hire me on as NPW Legal Counsel?"
Angus looked The Wasp over, he needed a bath, a shave, a suit from an era that didn't worship mullets...
He shook his head, this was lost on the Wasp, who currently was winning what was likely to be a long campaign against gravity.
"I mean, anything is possible kid."
Angus and the Wasp walked back to Crescent City Fight Club, Angus knew he’d likely come to regret drying this bum out, but hey, if you’re gonna run a circus, never skimp on the clowns.