“May I help you, fwiends?” The blonde, perky sales clerk working the DropSledz rental counter in Alaungpaya’s arrival and departure area adjusts the tilt of her skullcap as she addresses the two unamused women before her. The clerk’s tongue has recently been pierced with a waffle stud and gives the girl a heavily whistling lisp. Wire hips past Heinz and cocks an elbow breast-high on the counter. She drops a couple of strat-sled coupons they took off Juke Ramirez on the counter between them. “We ...have these strat-sled coupons…” With an inspecting lift of her chin, the clerk leans forward and picks up the chits with dainty fingers. “Oh yeth-yeth,” the clerk chimes, examining the chits beneath a scanner. “Our economy swed special with exthenwed wawanty. Pwart of our way-test pwomotion.” Wire nods. “Yeah, terrific. Listen, maybe you can help us. We’re sort of looking for a friend of ours.” “Oh?” “Yeah. We’re supposed to meet up and travel together, but there’s been a bit of a miscommunication and now we can’t reach her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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