“Have you put up all the fliers?” Lex asked the boys. They looked up from pulling off winter coats and snow boots and nodded eagerly.
“The sheriff saw us, though,” Loki said quietly.
“Aw, he ain’t gonna do nuthin’ about it,” Thor said, punching his melancholy brother in the shoulder. Loki shot him a dirty look and rubbed his arm.
“I saw him take one of the flyers. I’ll bet you he took it to Mum.”
Lex looked up from the notebook he’d been recording data from his latest batch of elixir. Marissa was no more their true mother than she was his niece. But he had raised her and she had married the boys’ father. This made Loki and Thor his great nephews by extension and his personal minions by choice. They had even stopped responding to their real names, insisting on being call “Loki” and “Thor” after finding out that he was descended from gods. He had tried to get them to adopt the names of Egyptian gods, but that movie “Avengers” had just come out, so they decided that they should emulate those two goofballs. Lex sighed. Oh well, there were worse things than being an Egyptian cat god with adolescent wolf minions who pretended to be Norse gods. Such as Marissa finding out what they were up to before he got the first batch of elixir sold.
He wasn’t sure how he had managed to raise that girl to be so disgustingly honest. He suspected her husband, Mooney, had something to do with it. Before she met the beta of the McMahon Pack and decided to settle down, he had always been able to get her to go along with his schemes. This wasn’t even a real scheme. It was just medicine.
With that nasty strain of flu running through town, the Health Department had begun quarantining people. That had not pleased him. Sick people who could not go out of the house could also not go have a beer. Then Louie, Gil, and Porkey had all come down with the crud. Not only was he not able to sell his microbrew beer, he was being forced to miss his weekly card game. That was intolerable.
He smiled at the results for this last batch of elixir. It was perfect. If he could just get it out the door before his goody-two-shoes niece found them, he’d be back in business in no time!
8 comments:
Oh Lex, we all know you're a softy...you just missed your bro's. I'm glad it got you to put together a flu elixir. ;)
Ah, Lex, ya big cat go you, gotta love ya! But, what are the side effects of his flu elixir?
That would be the question with one of Lex's "special" brews. I guess we'll just have to wait and see!
I hope those side effects don't include long trips to the latrine.
Now fur changing color ... that would be interesting.
Go, minions!
To hint or not to hint? Hmm...
I shall hint. It is a •macical• elixir. The last time Lex goofed, he made a love potion that made everyone fall in lust... with whomever was near by at the time.
Uh-oh... or get a room at the Pleasure Club.
They can't get a room in the pleasure club. They are in quarantine, remember?
No, I meant once they consume said elixir, and are presumably healed.
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