I Came To in the Subbasement
why no one sees the dinosaur bones- burned down a giant goat
- the redheaded streetwalker coughing next to him
- skintight orange jumpsuit
- under the root cellar
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I came to in the subbasement under the root cellar of the Academy, a place I’d hoped to never see again. I focused my bleary eyes on the three figures standing over me. One was Tessa, one was John in a skintight orange jumpsuit, and the third looked like a cheap hooker who time-traveled from 1970s Times Square, her face hidden behind a huge cloud of noxious cigarette smoke.
John smirked when he saw that I was awake. He turned to the redheaded streetwalker coughing next to him and said, “You’re up.”
She waved a hand, driving the smoke away, and I saw the last face I expected.
“Hipster Jane,” I said, keeping the surprise from my voice. “I haven’t seen you since the two of us burned down a giant goat at that music festival you organized.” Truth be told, I’d assumed she burned up with the goat.
“It’s a travesty that Burning Goat never took off while so many other festivals are so fucking popular. I had the best, most obscure upcoming bands that no one had ever heard of! I don’t know why no one sees the dinosaur bones that play those other festivals for what they are – obsolete and boring. Why does anyone want to see the same bands over and over again?”
My plan was working. If you got Hipster Jane talking about music, she forgot about everything else.
“You’re getting off topic,” said John.
Damn.
bonus points for using them in reverse order