Fractured Fairy Tale, Part II

“Hey, who’s the guy in that G*D awful bowling shirt?”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Walking into Fritz’s is a guy wearing what looked to be a retro-50’s bowling shirt, and green and gold kilt adorned with a “G”. But his head! It looked vaguely familiar- a large, gaseous green appendage with a fu manchu mustache. T1G slowly turned around on his barstool, then clamped his hand over my mouth before I could say anything else.
“Shhh! Don’t let him hear that! That’s
Contagion!”
Contagion was followed into the bar a small svelte blonde, who I would have hated immediately for just those reasons had I not been losing consciousness from T1G’s hand covering almost my whole face. Damn, she even had Celtic Knot earrings. I coveted in silence.
“Er, let’s all move to a table, okay?”, T1G said nervously.
We made our way through to a table in the back. Contagion immediately started pounding on it, yelling, “Whiskey! Now!” Fritz showed up at his elbow with said whiskey, neat. Not knowing quite what to do, I stood up to introduce myself.
“Quiet, minion! I am the All-knowing and All-Powerful Contagion, this is my wife Ktreva and I have not given you permission to speak!”
I hastily sat back down, shooting a confused look at T1G, who just shrugged and ordered another Amber. Thankfully, the awkwardness of the moment was relieved by the arrival of Tammi. Finally! I would get to meet her! All my prior imaginings were dispelled in a minute as she positively glided into Fritz’s as if walking on air. Hmm, hadn’t expected the tiara, either. But I stood up to give her a hug anyway, and was poked in the chest by her wand.
“Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?” Tammi said.

This whole meeting was getting stranger by the minute.

To be continued...