"Jack Womack - Ambient 06 - Going, Going, Gone" - читать интересную книгу автора (Womack Jack)

┬╗DonтАЩt waste valuable resources, Walter,┬л Trish said.
┬╗Rugmuffins,┬л Borden muttered, giving them the fisheye as
they headed downstairs. ┬╗Tag team, IтАЩd guess.┬л
┬╗YouтАЩll be sorry if you try,┬л she said. ┬╗Those praying man-
tises will bite your head off.┬л
┬╗Tiny tiny,┬л I shouted as I left. ┬╗Tiny whips of leather.┬л Once
IтАЩd barrelled back down to the first floor I swivelled in every
direction, trying to pick them out in the crowd until I caught
them in my beam. WasnтАЩt hard to spot the big one, archons
willing. The ladies looked like they were still fishing, and hadnтАЩt
seen that I was ready to take the bait. I was just circling in for
the thrill when some Long Island desk jockey whoтАЩd mistaken
the place for an Automat came out of nowhere and made a
move on Little Mod.
┬╗You got a pencil?┬л I heard him ask her. She shook her head.
┬╗I need to write down your phone number.┬л
The little one looked at him like he was a dead cat. For the
first time I noticed she was packing some kind of transistor in
her hand. New model, I supposed, all black and shiny as Big
GirlтАЩs boots. She had turned around to see what delayed her
little friend. El Dopo, figuring out that he wasnтАЩt getting any-
where with his original target, now turned his attentions to the
secondary, with as much charm and success. ┬╗HowтАЩs the
weather up there?┬л
I was close enough now to hear the full script. ┬╗Exit,┬л the big
one told him. She had the voice of an eight-year-old but the
lung power of a nursery. ┬╗Presence undesired.┬л
┬╗Excuse me?┬л he said, pulling a Bennett and going all smirky.
Just as I was ready to cut in on this dance my gut told me I
should hesitate, and I did.
┬╗Fly the coop,┬л Little Mod said. ┬╗Offer service elsewhere.┬л
┬╗YouтАЩre the ones look like youтАЩre selling,┬л I heard him say,
obviously taking the wrong turnoff. ┬╗What is this, sugar? Only
dykes need apply?┬л
Big Girl raised her little voice. Half the room turned to look,
and then the same half of the room turned deaf mute. ┬╗Mother-
fuck you,┬л she broadcast. I looked around for MaxтАЩs bouncers,
but theyтАЩd evidently taken the henтАЩs teeth route. The would-be
charmer deflated, somewhat, but he puffed back up in no time
at all. That was his mistake. He put his paws on Big GirlтАЩs knobs
as if wanting to tune in the ballgame. ┬╗Look, honey,┬л he said,
pinching them, ┬╗you come prancing around like this and you
might as well put a sign on your ass saying, for sale тАУ┬л
Big Girl clicked her elbows against her sides as if getting
ready to have her posture checked. Two small metal umbrellas
suddenly appeared on the backs of the wiseguyтАЩs hands and
snapped open. Looked like it was a carnival trick until I saw the
blood start to run down onto his cuffs. Big Girl licked her lips.
His knees buckled, but he was held in place. Maybe he wanted
to scream; maybe he couldnтАЩt feel it, yet. My own interest in the