What we are Drinking
Beer – it’s not a drink, it’s food in a glass ;)
Deanna: First things first, Corny. Where are you and what are you wearing?
Corny: Well, ma’am, I’m not always certain some days where I am (((looks around))) though this doesn’t look too different from the offworld watering holes Verin drags me to. I wear jeans and a work shirt most days, like today. My ten gallon isn’t too practical onboard the Brimstone, but I’m not giving up my damn boots.
Deanna: What’s your poison today, Corny? Vodka? Gin? Beer?
Corny: Beer. I know, cowboys have a reputation for stronger stuff, but I like to keep my head clear. Though I have started getting a hankering for the better ones. That horse piss, begging your pardon, we used to call beer wasn’t hardly worth the name sometimes.
Deanna: (((cracks open a couple cold ones))) Cheers! Now that we’re comfy, tell me about your new book? (((Swigs her beer)))
Corny: Guess it’s really Angel’s new book, but it’s got three of our stories all herded together in a nice little package. Brimstone: Demon Owned and Operated, she calls it. Our Cap’n Shax thought it was hilarious. I’m not in the first story, the one Angel calls Hell For the Company. The floating cows were pretty damn funny, though. I come along in the second story, Fear of Frogs. Damn frogs. And then Shaxy pretty well scared the hell out of all of us in Shax’s War.
Deanna: Do you know where Angel got the idea for this story?