garrattj

Five-Minute fiction - 23:30-23:35

It was never fun watching Malign operate. He was a tad bit crass for Dolivers taste. He worked like a machine, pumping, probing, repeating until he succeeded. The problem wasnt with the ratio of success or failure but with the lead up. It was hard to watch. The approach was fine, but after initial contact it was almost impossible to to determine what Malign was doing. He just didnt have a system, or if he did it was completely alien to Doliver, or the rest of the group.

But there was something fun about Maligns operation. The slap. Yup, Malign got slapped more than anyone else in the group. At least once a night on average, and sometimes twice depending on what he said, and to whom. They werent typically very hard slaps, just enough to turn his head or remind him of his manners, but what he did in response was nothing short of amazing.

The first time it happened Doliver wasnt sure how to take it. The woman, a cute blonde around thirty had wound up and clocked him. Open hand, full facial contact. And to top it off, it was loud. Maligns head snapped around in a hugely exaggerated fashion. It looked as if it might have cleaned his head right off