Ice For Your Ego?

 Vignette – in class – Dialogue and tone

3. At Work

Charas: Boka and Sarge

Sarge whistled as he watched the footage of the rabid beast tear through one of his co-workers. “You know, he said he’d do it.” Sarge chuckled as a woman attempted to kill the demon with a broom. “She was pretty mad.”

“Yes. She was.” Boka’s voice was smooth as he rested his head on his knuckles. His British accent more crisp and clear than ever before. “Where on Meroka did Scotty even find this creature?”

“I don’t know.” Sarge shrugged as he sat down in the computer chair. He leaned back as he spun the chair with his foot. “I wasn’t in that meeting.”

Boka gave the man a long side glance.

“Woo! Look at another one go!” Sarge clapped his hands together as he sat forward to watch the demon murder what looked like either a gardener or a mail man.

Boka sighed through his nose. “It’s hard to find nice people these days.”

“True.” Sarge nodded. “And looks like we lost a lot of them the other day.”

Boka bit the inside of his lip as he zoomed in on the creature. “Somebody’s getting a raise.”

“I still can’t believe Scotty caught this thing without losing an appendage at least.” Sarge leaned back, his eyes glued to the footage. “It’s a shame that those dopes at the labs lost it.”

“If I had the chance, I’d do it differently.” Boka glared at the screen. He had designed that lab to inescapable. A demon running amuck and wrecking the whole thing reflected poorly on him.

“Ice?” Sarge tapped his arm with a paper cup.

“What?” Boka looked down at the cup of ice.

“For your bruised ego.” Sarge gave a lopsided grin. “I hear it helps keep the swelling down.”