Boss battle! (Penny Espinoza via @embersinthealleyway)
This was it. Down to the wire and all that. Until tonight, Arlen was certain that The Ruffled Neckline pub had never seen such displays of incredible--nay, supernatural strength. Of course, it was just a family pub, not the sort of place where one would normally consider inviting all of one’s Battle Buddies for drinks and displays of incredible--nay, supernatural strength.
But that was all about to change.
Yes, for the worse. Of course it was for the worse--what sort of cruel joke was this, making the tournament victor square off against Arlen “Noodles” Askew in one final arm-wrestling match? Arlen considered the implications of this as he ringed his right wrist with his left thumb and forefinger with sad little effort.
He knew. One way or another, he was going to help some unknown party win an awful lot of money on this bout.
“Oh! Hello there Penny. Ready?” he said, eyebrows lifting in recognition as he raised his arm in the proper preparatory stance. The song currently playing on the jukebox had just hit the rockin’ instrumental.
He inhaled, readying himself to get his butt kicked to Toto’s Africa.