Captain Edward Von Arkham once walked in with this parrot on his shoulder and a giant frown on his face. The World’s End was congested with laughter and its usual surrealism as he sat down at the bar and requested that I surprise him. He already knew what I do for surprises though, a shot of hell: a shot of vodka with a generous amount of tobasco sauce. As I slid the shot glass onto the bar in front of him, everyone began to ask him about the parrot.
“Her name is Vicky,” He said,
“You don’t mean after-“
“Yes, she is named after Queen Vicky,” Von Arkham interrupted one of the customers, Gideon.
“Why would you name your bird after the queen?” I asked,
“Because it’s annoying as hell and it won’t leave me alone,” He replied with his cupid’s bow nearly touching his nose. Everyone laughed at the cleverness. He stayed for a while, and when he left, Julien came up behind me and asked,
“I bet you twenty silver pieces that he’ll have shot that thing by the end of the month,” I grinned and turned to him,
“I’ll put in fifteen pounds for the end of the week,” Suddenly, everyone around the bar started calling out bets. David Sprocket bet that he would shoot Vicky in about 2-3 days. In three days, everyone owed David money in one form or another.
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