FIC: Call Waiting 6
Peter Meilinger
Meg made me do it! The latest in her ongoing series of
weird-ass stories.
TITLE: Call Waiting 6
AUTHOR: Peter Meilinger
SUMMARY: Just read it.
RATING: PG
TIMELINE: Who cares?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters.
DEDICATIONS/BLAME: To Meg, because she made it all possible.
To Vic, Jen and Dot, because they egg us on.
****
Gunn looked up as the front door opened, then laughed. He
couldn't help it.
"Are you the actual Huggy Bear, or just a wannabe?" he
asked the man approaching the front desk.
The new arrival was a middle-aged black man. He grinned and
turned around, showing off his attire. He was dressed in a
purple suede suit with a mustard yellow shirt and alligator
shoes. As he turned, his leopard-print leather cape and gold
medallions swung through the air. When he completed his turn,
the man bowed and doffed his pink suede hat, trailing the tie-
dyed feather in the brim across the floor.
"Huggy Bear?" he asked contemptuously. "That fool wouldn't know
style if it bit him on the ass! I'm the real deal, baby. And
I'm looking for a smartassed brother, name of Gunn. I'm betting
you're him, am I right?"
"Yeah, that's me," Gunn said, suspicious. "Why you lookin'
for me?"
"Got a business proposition. Getcher ass down to Sweet
Sweetback's Baad Asssss Soulfood at about six tonight.
It'll be worth your time."
Gunn snorted. "Now, why'n hell would I wanna do that?"
The messenger smiled, revealing a diamond implanted in one
of his front teeth. "Trust me, you wanna do this. And hell,
it's worth the trip just for the ribs. Funkalicious, they is,
my friend. Funkalicious."
With that, he turned and walked out.
****
Gunn walked into the restaurant and looked around. It wasn't
nearly as gaudy as he'd expected it to be, even though it
looked like a diner decorated by Barry White and James Brown.
"Cool place you got here, ma'am," he told the old black woman
behind the counter.
"Well, thankya, son," she replied in a Southern drawl. "You
Gunn?"
"Yes, ma'am. I think I'm supposed to meet someone?"
She nodded and gestured to the row of booths. "He's in the
last booth. What do you want to eat?"
Gunn smiled. "I was told the ribs are worth a shot."
The woman laughed. "Damn right, boy. I'll send 'em out in
a few."
Gunn thanked her and made his way to the last booth. Whoever
was in it was facing away from him. Sliding onto the bench,
Gunn took in the appearance of the man he was there to meet.
A big black man, probably in his mid-fifties, but still in
good shape. He was wearing a leather jacket, but Gunn got the
impression that underneath he was pure muscle.
The man smiled at Gunn and took a cigar out of his jacket.
"Join me?" he asked in a deep voice.
"No, thanks," Gunn said. "What can I do for you?"
He took his time lighting his cigar before he answered.
"Well," he finally said, "first you can tell me if I've
got the right guy or not. I hear you're a black super-
champ who's a stake machine to all the vamps. Is that
true?"
"You damn right," Gunn said with a tight smile. "What's
it to you?"
"Well," the man said, "I don't like anything that hurts the
brothers or sisters, and vampires surely qualify. I'm from
back East, but I like to keep an eye on the players all over
the country. I like your style, but I thought I could give
you some pointers."
"I'm always willing to listen to anyone who's been there and
done that," Gunn allowed. "But I like to know the names of the
people I work with."
The older man set his cigar down in the ashtray and reached his
hand across the table to Gunn. "Name's Shaft. Can ya dig it?"
END
****
And now, because no one demanded it, the theme from Gunn!
Who's the black super-champ
That's a stake machine to all the vamps?
GUNN!
You damn right!
Who is the man that would risk undeath
For his brother man?
GUNN!
Can ya dig it?
Who's the cat that won't cop out
When there's demons all about?
GUNN!
Right On!
They say this cat GUNN is a bad mother...
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I'm just talkin' 'bout Gunn!
He's a complicated man
And no one understands him but his Wesley...
CHARLES GUNN!
BloodyAwfulPoet
news:9eouca$fuj$1...@news3.bu.edu...
>
>
> Meg made me do it! The latest in her ongoing series of
> weird-ass stories.
>
>
> TITLE: Call Waiting 6
> AUTHOR: Peter Meilinger
Argh! Meg's created a monster! Seriously, good take on the series.
Diggin' it,
Jenn
--
"Say no more! Evil's still afoot, and I'm almost out of that Nancy-boy hair
gel I like so much! Quickly! To the Angel-Mobile! Away!" -Spike
http://www.bloodyawfulpoet.com dedicated to Spike's redemption
Dave
Shaft video was playing on Much More Music as I read this. Still more proof
that God has a sense of humour.
Dave
"Great. Now I'm going to
be stuck with serious
thoughts all day."
--C.C.
Yasminke
>
>
> Meg made me do it! The latest in her ongoing series of
> weird-ass stories.
>
>
> TITLE: Call Waiting 6
> AUTHOR: Peter Meilinger
> SUMMARY: Just read it.
> RATING: PG
> TIMELINE: Who cares?
>
> DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters.
>
> DEDICATIONS/BLAME: To Meg, because she made it all possible.
> To Vic, Jen and Dot, because they egg us on.
I had nothing to do with this. Nothing at all.
Actually, I should take some credit, huh? But I can't...sigh.
Excellent job. And look -- no mush! WOW
>
> ****
>
> And now, because no one demanded it, the theme from Gunn!
>
<snipped>
ROFL -- Do they know you're pushing for a spin-off?
Jennifer
Meg
> weird-ass stories.
LOL. You're a bloody legend, Pete.
I'll have to try to 'make' you do more, since they turn out this well.
Meg
Lejo
> And no one understands him but his Wesley...
>
> CHARLES GUNN!
Bwa-hahaha!
The Ho-Yay! thread's corrupted you too!
LOL
Lejo
Peter Meilinger
: What raises this from very funny to hysterical is the fact that the Theme
:proof that God has a sense of humour.
God is quite obviously a fairly funky sort, so this doesn't surprise
me in the least.
Pete
Peter Meilinger
:> DEDICATIONS/BLAME: To Meg, because she made it all possible.
:> To Vic, Jen and Dot, because they egg us on.
: I had nothing to do with this. Nothing at all.
Like hell!
: Actually, I should take some credit, huh? But I can't...sigh.
Bah.
: Excellent job. And look -- no mush! WOW
Just for you, babe.
:> And now, because no one demanded it, the theme from Gunn!
:>
: <snipped>
: ROFL -- Do they know you're pushing for a spin-off?
Hell, I'd watch it.
Pete
victoria p.
> TITLE: Call Waiting 6
> They say this cat GUNN is a bad mother...
>
> SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
>
> I'm just talkin' 'bout Gunn!
I can dig it!
victoria p.
miss july
--
Frank: "You can't believe in fun. Fun is not a faith."
Mike: "Fun is my god, Frank. I worship fun."
_Homicide: Life on the Street_
Yasminke
> Yasminke <yasm...@hotmail.com> wrote:
>
> :> DEDICATIONS/BLAME: To Meg, because she made it all possible.
> :> To Vic, Jen and Dot, because they egg us on.
>
> : I had nothing to do with this. Nothing at all.
>
> Like hell!
Not this one. Doesn't involve my boy.
> : Actually, I should take some credit, huh? But I can't...sigh.
>
> Bah.
>
> : Excellent job. And look -- no mush! WOW
>
> Just for you, babe.
Yeah -- my teeth are starting to rot.
> :> And now, because no one demanded it, the theme from Gunn!
> :>
> : <snipped>
>
> : ROFL -- Do they know you're pushing for a spin-off?
>
> Hell, I'd watch it.
Heh. Gunn's in it? Yeah, okay me, too. Cute kid.
Jen