Thursday, July 5, 2012

Alien Convention

Written for #ThursThreads

Alien Convention
By Lisa McCourt Hollar

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Thinking he had stepped into some weird version of The Twilight Zone Johnny Walker surveyed the room. Red, the color of crimson was splattered across the walls, mixed with a rainbow of green, blue and orange.
“I told you, they take this seriously.” Sean Franco shook his head, trying not to chuckle at his partners dazed look. It was his first year in town.
Before him, an alien with a large lobed head and sharp teeth sputtered indignantly.
“I want them arrested! This is NEVER going to come clean.” He gestured to his suit, an already gaudy color that even the most hardened pimp wouldn’t be caught dead in. A large collar rose up in the back, covering the back of his bald head. Johnny assumed he was referring to the red paintball splotches that  were soaking into the fabric. Behind him a bevy of women, dressed in costumes befitting Star Trek characters, giggled.
“You should thank me, Ferengi. I improved the look.” The woman leering down at the offended ‘Ferengi’, pointed a paint ball gun at him, shoving it into his chest.
“Did you see that officers, she threatened me.”
“Threatened you?” The woman laughed. “Ferengi, wait until tonight. You’ll see what threatened is.”
“Let’s go,” Sean said, turning towards the brothel door.
“Aren’t we going to arrest her? She did threaten him…I think.”
“Foreplay,” Sean said. “Get used to it. You should see Vegas when the Beany Baby convention comes to town.”

Word Count: 250


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