Dreamscapes and Cupcakes

Just a few moments ago he was in his classroom and now he was in a bar with two characters that he had invented for short stories over the last few years.  The best he could figure, either he was dreaming, had gone nuts, or that wasn’t sweetener that he had put in his coffee after lunch.

He was leaning to the first one but was wondering about the last one.

“Epic” he muttered “Just ep-“

Before it had finished, he heard a chair and table being overturned violently.  Kohl looked up to see Samuel L Jackson angrily walking toward them.  

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!”

Kohl stared at him, confused.  Stranger and stranger, he thought, definitely something in the coffee.  He just stared at Jackson for a moment who did not look amused.

“Oh, “Jackson blurted out, “Did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue.  You were about to say something? ”

Kohl just looked for a moment, “Epic?”

“What’s the matter? Oh, you were finished? Oh, well, allow me to retort,”  Jackson screamed as he looked at Kohl angrily.

“DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SOME GREEK TRAGEDY!?”

“DO YOU SEE ODYSSEUS AND HIS GODDAMN BOAT AROUND HERE?”

“DO….YOU…. SEE…..ME…..WEARING SOME PUNK ASS TOGA!?”

Kohl just shook his head no.

Jackson narrowed his eyes and finished, “Then say “epic” again! Say! “Epic”! Again! I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker! Say “epic” one more goddamn time!”

Kohl swallowed hard, “amazing?”

Jackson nodded in sort of acceptance and began to head for the exit passing a girl pushing a cart of cupcakes.  Kohl, Stewart, and Mackenzie just watched as he left.

Confused, the three of them exchanged glances. Kohl winked at the other two and whispered, “just epic…”

Jackson stopped mid-stride and gave Kohl a hateful glance, grabbed a cupcake from the girl’s cart as she let out a scream. 

He hurled it at them as he shouted, “And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord… “

The three started to move wildly to avoid the cupcake, diving under the table.  Jackson finished off, “…when I lay my vengeance upon thee.”

Kohl was the first to look up, seeing that Jackson was gone, pulled himself back into his chair.  He was shortly followed by a visibly upset Stewart and shortly after that by Mackenzie, whose entire side of his head was covered with pink icing.

Kohl made a chuckle that earned him an angry look from Mackenzie who had grabbed a napkin from the table trying to wipe it off.

“I could beat the crap out of you,” Mackenzie shot out, “that was not even remotely funny!”

Kohl shot back, “Keep it up and I will make your life miserable in your next story.”

It was Mackenzie’s turn to chuckle, “I don’t think so.  You have in the past five years written and rewritten just the introductory story about me.  You have written about a second vampire in my storyline, and a few excerpts here and there, so I think I am quite safe.  Forget the immortality part in vampires; you are so lax at finishing our stories that you put them to shame…”

“Tell me about it,” a voice from the next table shot out.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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