"Asprin, Robert - Myth 09 - M.Y.T.H Inc. In Action" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asprin Robert)

"Hey... Abdul!"

It was Junebug, standin' right behind us tryin' to get Frumple's attention. He has his arm draped around Tananda's shoulders, but if you look real close youse can see that she is actually holdin' up most of his weight.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

Though he wasn't particularly pleasant about it, the speed with which any of our crew could get the Deveel's attention was evidence that he hadn't forgotten we all knew his secret.

"I... We need... A room."

"There aren't any available."

Frumple down to turn away, only to find his movement is restricted... Specifically by my cousin who has reached across the bar and taken hold of his shoulder.

"Give him a room, " Nunzio sez, soft-like. Now, when Nunzio talks quiet like that, it usually means he is about to lo se his tem per... Which, in this case, is understandable. I mean, we have put an awful lot of trouble in to this set up to have it thwarted by any thing silly like room availability.

"But there aren't any..."

"give him the room you keep for yourself. You're going to be too busy down here to use it for awhile."

"I'm not that busy," the Deveel argues, tryin' to twist out of Nunzio's grip. "and if..."

"You could be a lot busier... If you know what I mean, " Nunzio sez, startin' to tighten his hand.

"All right! Okay! Here!" Frumple sez, producin' a key from his pocket and passin' it to Junebug. "Last door on the right!"

"Thanks, Nunzio, " Junebug calls over his shoulder as he and Tananda weave their way toward the stairs.

My cousin waits until they are out of sight before he bothers to release his grip on Frumple.

"Now, see how nice it makes you feel to bring a little happiness in to someone else's life?"

The Deveel bares his teeth in a silent snarl, then heads off down the bar to tend to the growin' number of shouters.

"Well, that didn't take long, " I sez, lookin' at the stairs where Tananda and Junebug have vanished.

"Not surprising, really, " Nunzio sez with a leer. "I mean, how long would you dawdle around if Tananda invited you in to her room?"

If you surmise from this that I have not given my cousin a co MPlete account of my meetin' with
Tananda, you are correct. I decide to change the subject.

"One question, cousin," I sez, takin' a sip of my drink. "How are we supposed to know when to
intrude on the proceedin's?"

"I dunno, I guess we wait until we hear Tananda start callin' for help."

I swivel my head around and stare at him.

"Nunzio, " I sez, "has it occurred to you that with the racket goin' on down here, she can shoot off a cannon and we won't be able to hear her?"