" Chico and Tasha collapsed, laughing." Chico and Tasha collapsed, laughing. Patricia walked around to stand in front of Marder. "What? What aspect?" Completely deadpan, and timed just as Chico had again lifted a stein to his face, Marder said "You don't swallow, do you?" Chico again sprayed beer all over the table, and Patricia's face grew hot and red. "Swallow?" she demanded. "I don't swallow WHAT?" Marder merely shrugged, smiling. "Marder, I don't swallow wha..." She suddenly realized what he had been talking about, and what she had been shouting about in a tavern full of people. "Marder, you are dead," she hissed, then tears welled in her eyes, and she ran for the bathroom. "I'd better go see to her," Tasha said. "That got a little out of hand." David nodded, and sighed. The situation between Marder and Patricia had always been sticky, and he worried that someday it was going to explode. |