Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Guest Post by Ellie: Dancer, Part Five

Here is another guest post by Ellie. I have to say, I am having quite a bit of fun reading these guest posts.

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Bender was stunned he had never seen this before. What was this all about? He walked out of the young rider's room after the rattler had tried to take a bite out of him. He walked down the stairs towards the rest of the boys. He saw Saint with the "illegal" whiskey bottle and grabbed it from him and started to drink from it.

"What the.." Saint demanded as Bender drank from the bottle. "Never mind... is the boy going to make it?" Saint asked chancing the subject.

"I thought I had seen it all..." Bender muttered not paying attention to the group looking at him. He took a long swig of the whiskey and muttered curses under his breath.

"Seen what?" Luis asked. "Bender? BENDER!" Louis snapped. Fiona walked over and snatched the bottle from Bender before he could take another swig and slapped him across the head.

"Mr. Bender!" Fiona snapped. Bender looked up and sighed.

"Nothing, an he's going to make it," he answered. The group nodded and looked back to the distant Bender.

"So who was that?" Storm asked.

"Dancer," Bender answered back looking at the whiskey bottle in Fiona's hand. "Miss please could I have that back?" he asked. Fiona slapped him again.

"No!" she almost yelled. "So who is Dancer?" she added. Bender thought for a moment.

"New rider took Luis's run as a test got back in a good time too," Bender explained. Luis growled.

"So he took my run..." he muttered under his breath.

"Anyways Dancer came and got a job he was convincing too he is an orphan, he doesn't cuss he told me to use heck," Bender told them. "He threatened to wash my mouth out with soap," he added. The group seemed to laugh and he shoot them a look. "And, and... well nevermind," he stood up.

"Wait that little shimp threatened to wash your mouth," Saint asked a smirk crossed his face.

"Whatever anyways watch what you say to the runt," Bender muttered.

"I heard that..." came Dancers weak voice. Bender looked at Dancer.

"You idiot!" Bender yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bender snapped.

"Watch your language!" Dancee coughed. Saint laughed.

"I like the runt," Saint smiled. "You tell him runt," Saint added. Dancer growled and stumbled forward Bender growled and walked up to Dancer.

"Well now that you met the idiot I am taking him back to the room and if you so much as visit him until he is fully better I will see to it his pet rattler takes a good chunk from the place that makes you a man," Bender growled.



© 2009 Ellie S. and The Five Dollar Mail

1 comment:

Regina said...

I imagine Saint is going to get along with anyone who is ready to give poor Mr. Bender a hard time.