By Any Other Name - Challenge 135 PG
Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 2:26 am
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"Aces are high, deuces are wild and dealer makes the rules.”
“Just get on with it.”
“Yeesh! You are a testy bunch tonight. How’s domesticity treating you, Mick?’
“It’s not. Beth’s at a conference in Fresno. I was alone for decades but now that Beth and I are together, I’m lost without her.”
“Awww. That’s so cuuute.”
“Shut up, Vic. Your love life is nothing to brag about.”
“At least I’m not shacked up with a human-”
“I was just talking to Slappy the other day, and-”
“He's not coming back, is he?”
“Who are you guys talking about?”
“Slapidon Komitova. 300 year old vamp from Eastern Europe. All right, laugh. One day you’ll grow up.”
“Come on. Don’t tell us that if your name was 'Slapiton Combitover’ you wouldn’t change it. Fast!”
“Probably, but I’m not him. He’s proud of his family name.”
“It’s not the only reason. When he left years ago, you said he’d been a low level government official with a gigantic ego: a small man then and a small man with fangs, now.”
“Yeah, well. The universe definitely has a sense of humor. Like Mishal Meausse was saying-”
“Micky Mouse??”
"All right, yuk it up but individuals sitting here have names that translate in various languages as smelly rotting vegetables, camel dung and a sexual act that turns even my stomach. Everything translates into something else. Learn other languages. Start with Greek and Latin. They’re foundational.”
“What does ‘Josef Kostan’ mean?”
“Means I win again.”
"Aces are high, deuces are wild and dealer makes the rules.”
“Just get on with it.”
“Yeesh! You are a testy bunch tonight. How’s domesticity treating you, Mick?’
“It’s not. Beth’s at a conference in Fresno. I was alone for decades but now that Beth and I are together, I’m lost without her.”
“Awww. That’s so cuuute.”
“Shut up, Vic. Your love life is nothing to brag about.”
“At least I’m not shacked up with a human-”
“I was just talking to Slappy the other day, and-”
“He's not coming back, is he?”
“Who are you guys talking about?”
“Slapidon Komitova. 300 year old vamp from Eastern Europe. All right, laugh. One day you’ll grow up.”
“Come on. Don’t tell us that if your name was 'Slapiton Combitover’ you wouldn’t change it. Fast!”
“Probably, but I’m not him. He’s proud of his family name.”
“It’s not the only reason. When he left years ago, you said he’d been a low level government official with a gigantic ego: a small man then and a small man with fangs, now.”
“Yeah, well. The universe definitely has a sense of humor. Like Mishal Meausse was saying-”
“Micky Mouse??”
"All right, yuk it up but individuals sitting here have names that translate in various languages as smelly rotting vegetables, camel dung and a sexual act that turns even my stomach. Everything translates into something else. Learn other languages. Start with Greek and Latin. They’re foundational.”
“What does ‘Josef Kostan’ mean?”
“Means I win again.”
It is oh so Josef to distract his competition, and then win the game. Or did he cheat while they were all laughing about poor Slappy's name? 
Good ol' Slappy. I'll never forget him.