Wade Elliott
“That’s a damn good lookin’ lawn.”
With all but a pair of white Reeboks to round out the cliche, the ‘Bama Bruiser set his hands to his hips, nodding at his handiwork; now devoid of scattered piles of pony shit. With a scan of his sharp blue eyes, he stood contented. Fresh cut lawn, crystal clear pool, finally rid of any Bobby Dean residue, and the Nevada sun high in the sky.
A little good ol’ fashioned productivity on the homestead was always the best way to wind down from a ReVival. And with Lindsay out to deal with “a few meetings with a few dipshits,” the Old Dog took in a deep breath through the nose.
Turning back to the house and into their lovely open concept kitchen, (white granite counters, plenty of light, wide plank white oak floors, you know, the basics,) the next obvious step was to collect a glass, and a fancy spherical ice cube from the freezer to accompany a healthy pour of Basil Hayden.
If this is what the internet trolls call “riding the Queen’s coattails,” then ride away, cowboy.
Koji’s wet nose against the top of his foot interrupted the first swallow. Wade replied with a foot scratch, before the second interruption.
BZZ. BZZ.
He eyed the phone on the island mid-sip, and decided to leave it be.
BZZ. BZZ.
He set the glass down, wiping his gray mustache, then hunched over for a staredown with a mobile device.
“Do it again, I dare ya.”
As most inanimate objects do, it offered no response.
“Didn’t think so.”
Quite proud of himself, the Southern Sparkplug turned away, reaching for the bottle for a top-off.
BZZ. BZZ.
“Oh fer fuck’s sake.”
Another poke from Koji’s nose forced him to reach down and pay the pup much needed attention, giving him a quick scratch behind the ears.
“Let’s see what the hell they want, huh?”
Annoyed and reluctant, Wade snatched the phone with his free hand, thumbing it open. Waiting for him? Three messages. All from his Queen.
Lindsay
Sunday – 2:03 PM
Hey, look at the card.
HEY.
LOOK. AT. THE. CARD.
With the lift of an eyebrow, he fumbled his way through his device, eventually retrieving the recently announced card for ReVival 33. His reading glasses tucked into a drawer somewhere Squinting in an effort to adjust from the light outside, he finally found the all-important lineup for the next PRIME show.
“Let’s see here…Bobby, Ria, an’ Daytona…Scott an’ Mort…Ray an’ Freeman…don’t give a shit…Adam an’ Arthur…
And then, the Drifter’s eyes grew a touch, and a grin spread underneath his grayed beard. He gave Koji a few more good pats for measure on the haunch, then started typing.
Lindsay
Sunday – 2:07 PM
Think I was getting lazy ?
Need to keep you sharp.
Im plenty sharp
Yeah? Then prove it.
Wade chuckled into his glass, swiping back to the card, and his spot on it.
Wade Elliott vs. Sage Pontiff.
He slid the glass away, and went back to his text.
Lindsay
Sunday – 2:10 PM
Kid deserve an ass kicking or something ?
I mean, doesn’t everybody every once in a while?
No argument there
AHEM, YOU’RE WELCOME
Thanks. Looking forward to it
Mm hmm. Please have a drink waiting for me. I’m about to commit a crime.
Got you covered
See ya at home