Comedy and Tragedy II: Broken Angels

"Special Guest"

Unknown.

I decided to add these anonymous written statements, since they factor in majorly for this case. Hopefully my superiors will overlook this, due to the First Amendment. Freedom of religion, freedom of speech, etc. 

"Did it work?" I asked. 

The airport was teeming, but yet there was enough wifi, and quiet space for me to make a phone call to my buddy.

"Yeah, man." My buddy replied. "I just got the news. He's here, or should be in a second, and he's gonna get picked up by one of our acquaintances."

"Which one?"

"Flamer. He's gonna get picked up by Flamer."

I frowned. "Are you sure that we all approved of our nicknames?"

"DKDC, TinkleLord."

I growled, and stuffed my free fist into my pocket. "I'll take that as a no."

He laughed. "Noted and advised. I'm gonna go spar."

" Manny, over and out." And with that, he hung up.

Rolling my eyes, I dialed again, and they (?) picked up quickly.

I could hear the sound of the crowd on the other end. 

"Hey, Tinklelord."  They said, laughing. "You spotted our guest yet?"

"I haven't seen him yet. Trust me, he'd be easy to spot." I said.

Ch- Flamer chuckled again. "Only because you're suffering from a mad case."

I looked at the phone. "A mad case of what?"

They chuckled madly. "A mad case of  looooove!"

I was tempted to hang up. "Hey, shut up!" I said.

"Nevaaaa!" Flamer said. "Doctah Lovelace is in the house, and she has officially diagnosed you."

She went on, going into an accent that may sound like a doctor, or at least a soap opera impersonation of one. 

"I, the physician of  pandering, the MD of la amour, decrees that you officially have a huge crush on the daring, smarmy, dare I say it, charming detective extraordinaire, Harrison Quinn!"

"You cannot argue against the doctor! I have a degree!"

I've grimaced, and gripped my phone tightly. "Dude, you are lucky I am so mature. I only have a few words to say to you."

"Oh yeah?"

I smirked. "Suck. It." I enunciated each word. 

Flamer laughed evilly. "Nah. Cause A," She started laughing harder. "I have a severe nut allergy."

I was giggling. "And," I took a breath. "A-and what's B?"

I swear, I could see Flamer's smile on the other end. 

"Easy." Flamer said. "You're the one that wants to suck it, don't you?"

Okay, that's when I hung up. There was no way in Hell I was gonna dignify it with a response. 

Unfortunately, she wasn't not right. Not wrong, but not quite right either. 

But that didn't matter. I had business to do.

Putting my phone in my other pocket, I walked into the crowd, and slid down my shades. Black suit and shades, in the crowd of an airport full of people from a fleet of American flights. 

Note to self; check Facebook later.