"Not much gets by him though; -nor out of him for that matter-, if he's a mind to," she added as an afterthought."He won't do anything illegal though.... I think you'd better go and join your team or you'll be holding us up."Reluctantly, I pulled my flimsy coat around me and returned to the elements. The raw wind still sent sharp needles of cold sleet cutting into my face and exposed nylon clad legs as I splashed through the puddles. By the time I had reached my friends my flimsy summer frock was. ’ ‘And what’s that?’ ‘Those cocktail waitresses aren’t real Indians. They only wear Indian costumes.’ ‘Seriously?’ He looked at me trying to see if I was pulling his leg. ‘No kiddin’. Well that explains it.’ ‘Explains what Vinnie?’ ‘When me and the boys go down there to gamble we talk to them in sign language and they always walk away from us.’ ‘Sign language, Vinnie?’ ‘Yeah, you know the way that Tonto used to translate for the Lone Ranger whenever he was trying to get his Indian friends from. I had to talk her into it like five times because she was so drunk she kept forgetting she'd agreed. So here's this messy drunk lesbian body builder hugging all over me, telling me she'd fuck me if I were a girl, I'm telling her I'd fuck her if I were a girl, we both cry a little because I'm not a girl." Next morning I've got to come on like a Marine Corp D.I., all while I've got one of the five worst hangovers of my life, to get her out to find office space. I knew if we didn't move. Closing my eyes I focused on only seeing the energy color of the batteries. As the man made some adjustments to the dials on the box I saw the energy colors in the machine going between dimmer and brighter until he pushed one of the buttons. The energy rushed out toward my leg and was absorbed by my shield. Since I did not respond, I saw him making the energy get brighter inside the machine before he pushed the button again. My shield was absorbing all of the energy without me even.