Don't Stop Believin': Chp. 2Chapter 2: Not So MuchPaladin (pal-a-din) n. One who is an eminent heroHero (he-ro) n. A person of outstanding valorExample: Jak X x X x X x X x X x X x X x X xI dont want to be here.I really, REALLY dont want to be here.When I first got the invitation I threw it away and never gave it a second thought. Why should I go to the reading of a will for the guy that set me up and got me banished?Unfortunately, what I didnt count on was Keira getting an invitation as well. She had already talked Torn and Ashelin into going, saying it would be polite and the right thing to do.I thought she didnt like the guy? Didnt she chew my ass out for working for him?I didnt want to get into another petty argument with her, so I agreed to go, much to Daxters dismay. He wasnt too happy about going, and neither was I, but if it kept things in order
Dax put the glass down. We havent been
Don't Stop Believin' Chp. 1Chapter One: Old HabitsBar n. long solid counter serving drinksBar-hopper n. adj. an individual who travels from bar to bar consuming drinksExample: DaxterOh, and, Dax?Yeah, buddy?Dont go out, kay?Mmkay.Ha! Like I was actually gonna sit on my ass and do nothin while Jak made goo-goo eyes at Keira? As if!Hello, ladies! The names Dax. But you can call me
Orange Lightning! Yes, yes, I know. Im gorgeous, arent I? Yeah, I aint doin so bad fer an Ottsel. You can look, sweethearts, but ya cant touch, or my gal Tessll come an hurt ya a good one
No, Im serious. Youre laughing? Im not laughing. My Tess-baby may only be two feet tall, but, man! She can definitely open a can o whoop-ass!...Gods, I miss my Tess.No bar feels right without my Tessy-poo behind the counter. And if a bar dont feel right, then I cant drink my booze!Booze is
Two in OneNightmaresthat make meafraid to sleep.Dreamsthat make medread to wake.You're mypoison.You're mycure.You are whatI fear,but yet,you make thefearsgo away.Two in one,bonus,double threat...Oh, joy.
NoticedYou said you loved me,said you cared,and you say youstill do...How so?I'm near-sighted;not blind.I can't say the sameabout you, though.Do you see me?Can you seehow much you'rehurting me?Or, maybe...you don't care?You never noticedthat my handwas bare.Your gift,a symbol of your"love" to me,Gone.Stripped.But,you don't care,so you didn'tnotice.