Dingles: Evil is afoot...

Who: Mr Dingles
Where: The Black Eye Bar
When: Just before the fight...
Trouble was afoot. Not awing, as he had hoped he might be, but afoot.
That infernal Mike would get some sweet Dingles brand revenge... But
that would take time. He was in the mood for a spot of bother, and
caught a look at the Black Eye Bar. ~C is for Cookie~ he remembered,
and trundled in as some horrid B-movie *thing* was playing on the
large vid-screen, quite unnoticed as the Blue Dwarf's security
population sat with their mouths agape at the Vampire Killer Bikini
Girls in London.
Moving the glass upside down without any wings to help him had been
quite a mission... But Dingles had correctly identified the C is for
Cookie guard, and using his chest as something to press off, the
glass was tipped. The guard gave a mere grunt as something hit his
chest. ~Probably accustomed to the feeling of his own dribble hitting
that spot.~
*** A wee bit later ***
Chaos. Dingles had brought it again. He was a legend - in his own
little mind. Under the table, he could hear somebody whining about
being a guard. Whimpering wussies, under a table? He leapt down and
gave Lloyd and Donover a menacing little *look* before putting his
bristled beak to the task of a grin, and ending up looking more like
he was trying to inhale his own head.
"Come on, you sorry smeggers. It's a scrap! If you two are security,
then what in Alfonso's name are you doing under the table?"
(Posted by: Troy)
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