The air was cool. The room was dark. Servers hummed and blinked like Christmas trees. It was a surreal world punctuated every now and again by a blue glow and a little puff of vapor.
The source of the latter phenomenon was a bearded and bespectacled youth. Who was so busy clack-clacking away at one of the terminals that he didn’t hear us enter.
“Good morning Adrien.” Cook boomed.
There was a big metallic clank as the e-cigar dropped and rolled on the linoleum floor followed by a loud “Merde!”
Leo and Cook laughed at the profuse litany of French curses that followed.
“You are the reason for Agincourt.” Leo teased.
The youth fumed again. But this time in English. “You surprise me in the dark like a coward Les Goddams.”
He picked up his futuristic nicotine dispenser and resumed copying whatever it was he was copying.
“You should not be so focused. It is not French. What if we were thieves.”
“You are theifs. You steal my time. I want to finish this EH ES EH PEH so I can go home to your nieces cooking.”
I chuckled at Sam’s look of dismay. Seems like his newest crush was in the clutches of a hipstery Frenchman.
“Ah, now you comport yourself as a proper Norman.” Cook said goodnaturedly.
“Mm…and who are they?”
“Hoyt et al.”
“Ah, so you are going to go chasing fairy tales.”
Cook began to protest in Portuguese but not before the door opened behind us and I heard someone yell something in French.
This polyglot mess was about to get a whole lot more disorienting.
There was something really familiar in the tone and cadence of that Gallic lilt. As the owner shut out the veil of fluorescent light I realized why.
“What the hell…!”
Part I – Kentucky Door
1.1 (Intro) The Sketch of Sam Monroe
1.2 The Cajun Prayer
Part II – The Wizard’s Nod
Help a Hipster