TAPDANCING

"THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS THREE EYED SLIMEY GREEN ALIENS!" Marchell hissed back between extended fangs.
Oh, great. Being caught in the middle between my Blastoid boss and a green eyed creature of the night, both having hissy fits, will never be high on my good time saturday night list. I had to think quickly.
A voice, that of Jim, my monkey boy landlord, came from the hallway, a bit muffled through the door. "Hey, Frazzy, could you keep it down up there. People are trying to sleep."
"Sorry, "I called back. I returned my attention to His Irateness and the Viscous Vixen. "Will everone please calm down?" I asked with a sickening sweetness. To Flurgre, "Look, boss, the Vampires and Werewolves are street gangs. Rival street gangs. Goth culture, or something. They like to play act like they are their favorite monsters. Marchell says it was a Werewolf that killed Glore. She's agreed to help me find the wolf responsible."
"And how do you explain those fangs?"
"Special effects," I deadpanned. I turned to Marchell. "Show him."
The vampiress complied, returning to Earth norm appearance.
"There, see?" I smiled. "These humans do love their little tricks and gadgets."
"She still knows about us."
"So does the werewolf. Much more of a thing to be concerned about." I switched back to galactic common. Flurgre had to be placated." "Send me a mind wipe unit."
Marchell elbowed me. "English, please."
"Oh, sorry," I apologised. "Habit"
Flurgre decided to turn diplomatic for the moment. "Well, young Earther, on behalf of the Galactic Confederation I extend our thanks for your assistance. Let me assure you...."
"Yadda, yadda, yadda, " interrupted the vamp, a skeptical eyebrow raised.
"Look, boss, the Werewolves are having a big meeting in a couple nights. We've got to track this guy before then, before he blabs to the whole,er, gang about us. We've got planning and work to do. let me get back to you when I get this all cleared up."
Before Flurgre could reply, I terminated the link. I hoped he wouldn't play back that whole exchange and think about it too much. Fortunately, Blastoids weren' t noted for there reflective capabilitities . Paper pushing doesn't reqoire it.In fact, I do believe it discourages it.
I got up and headed toward my bed. "I need to get some sleep Keep it down, please."
"Sure, " agreed Marchell, then added, "About that popcorn....?"