ONE-TWO SHABANG !!

Now, Dice wasn’t one to hop on a bandwagon so quickly. But, the rumors of a “dog walking into poles” and a real “upbeat fella” walking around Inkwell was enough to spur him on. There was only one well-known mutt on the isles, anyway. It’d been some time since they bumped into eachother.

A passing conversation in the past convinced him to snatch up something en route to where he’d heard him last. Asking around the busy city had him strolling from A to B, and the instant he caught sight of goofy green trousers and those endearing, squinty eyes, it was like striking a jackpot.

 He’d been able to strike up conversation with a few pedestrians before he’d gone sidetracked again, near wandering aimlessly. It’d been quite some time since he’d visited the city, with so much to run into -- but today seemed like an alright day. 

 Well, he supposed, ears pricking up at the sound of his name, it was about to get even better. There was no mistaking that voice, and he’d hardly have give a sniff to find out, though if he had he’d most likely find the lulling scent of lavender cologne and perhaps just a hint of some fancy-schmansy chardonnay. 

 “Ashy!” Batty was most certainly pleased run into him, but couldn’t quite put his finger on why he would immediately have something to show him. He’d figured a hug would be the first order of business, though, curiously he could hear the hint of laughter in the other man’s voice.

   “If we were made of cellophane we’d all get stinking                                          drunk but FASTER!!”