Ox & Ellington

Once upon a time, on a Saturday evening, a skeleton and a fire imp went out for drinks at the Jack/Sally Bar. The following conversation ensued…

Ellington: Ox, go easy on those Holy Waters. You remember what happened last time.

Ox: Stop babying me. Of course, I remember!

Ellington: No need to get…

Ox: Were you going to say heated?

Ellington: Maybe I was.

Ox: Don’t start with me, Ellington!

Ellington: Start with you? This happens every time we go out for drinks. Ever since Flamma left you, you’ve been a complete wimp wick.

Ox: How dare you?

Ellington: When those cute ice nymphs came over and started talking to us last week, you started dimming. In real time! And they had a werewolf friend, Ox. A werewolf! You know I love how those wolf chicks jump my bones.

Ox: Flamma was my spark. My Sol. My North Star. I wasn’t ready to move on yet. I’m STILL not ready!

Ellington: Dude. She was sleeping with her old flame! I had no idea she was incestuous.

Ox: Why’d you have to remind me? You heartless boney bastard!

Ellington: Quit your balling before your embers burn the bar top, you whiny conflagration.

Ox: You take that back, you hollow calcium deposit!

Ellington: You 2-lumen candlestick!

Ox shook violently as he glared at Ellington.

Ellington: Ox, wait! NO!

As the Jack/Sally went up in flame and smoke, Ellington walked out the front door, Ox floating behind him. They stood on the sidewalk, watching the bar burn out of control as bar patrons, set ablaze, ran around franticly inside.

Ellington, with his lanky, 6-foot frame, his eye sockets fixed; and Ox, floating next to him at a comfortable height of 5’5”, looked at each other with blank faces.

Firetruck sirens wailed in the distance. Ellington sighed and began down the sidewalk.

Ellington: Come on, Ox. Let’s get out of here… before the authorities show up… again. They’ll waterboard you if they catch you a second time.

Ox: I’m sorry, Ellington.

Ellington: I know, Ox. I know.