PRINCETON HHH HASH #970.9

Date: January 11, 2004
Weather: way cool
Venue: Princeton Nurseries
Set: Geezer, WiPi
Time: ca. 0:48
Hashers: Hey Yo! Paully, Safe Sweats, Nonsensei, Solo, Jimmy Rut, Speed Bumps, 
         Pyroman, Little Blue Butt, Dancin' Fool

Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies:

                  More Tales from the Belle Meade Inn
                                   
Old Jorge, reliable as ever, opened the door to the Belle Meade Inn just as I arrived. 
It was four am - how did he know? With Jorge, you never asked. "So wonderful to see you 
again, Esteemed Saire," he said, "we have been hearing of your difficulties. I am glad 
they are over. Zaire is downstairs - he will be so happy to see you." A chilling thought 
indeed - if A. G. Zaire was happy to see you, it could mean many things - and none were 
pleasant to contemplate. "He's really worried about the rabbits, you know."

Zaire worried about rabbits? What could be going on?  I made my way into the dark, familiar 
depths of the Inn, kicking aside the occasional Stegmaier bottle as I went. Zaire was there 
in his wheelchair, with the Cuban Assassin by his side. I could tell there was trouble 
brewing - the hideous scar running across the big Cuban's bald pate was throbbing, and no 
one was smiling.  But Zaire looked calm, unusual these days now that RoJo was gone. But 
was there a faint scent in the air - could it be? And what was that wispy object hanging 
from Zaire's chair? The thought flickered though my brain, and then I heard the unmistakable 
sound of  the Dominatrix' laugh from the back room. No wonder Zaire was relatively placid. 
I might survive this encounter after all. But what of the Army Guy? What was his name? Well, 
no matter - not much point in worrying about him. If RoJo was back with Zaire, poor Minor 
Tom (I remember - that was his name) probably by now had shared the fate of that poor 
Belgian dwarf. 

"Geezer," said Zaire, "There are a lot of maimed rabbits out there and I want to know what 
you have to do with it."  Dead rabbits? I didn't think Zaire would know a dead rabbit from 
a dead Rabbi - or care much. Didn't make sense, but then when you were dealing with the 
Assassin and Zaire, not much ever did. "Better come clean, Geezer - it will go easier with 
you if you do." This came from the Assassin himself, and was punctuated by Zaire, who 
threw yet another Stegmaier bottle against the wall. "Goddamn," Zaire said, "If anyone is 
offing them rabbits it's us, not you. Understand? We use them for practice." His maniacal 
laugh rang through the Inn, and I figured it was probably curtains for me. But no: there 
was another giggle from the room behind us, another frilly object wafted through the air, 
and Zaire spun his chair around and sped off towards RoJo.

"OK, Geezer," said the Cuban, now sporting a smile that made me think of nothing nice, 
"have a Steg with us, and be on your way." You don't want to be here when he comes back, 
I theeenk." So I did and it was good.

Just another Tale from the Belle Meade Inn, all of which are true.