Brandon Xavier A'Court

[Brand-X]

A tall, gangly man dressed all in black swaggered down the hallway, his hair was teased up into a semi- backcombed state and flattened to either side and pushed behind his ears. His pants were skin tight and his shirt was white and frilly and resembled the sort worn by young, victorian gentlemen. His jacket was also black but was long and swished silently around his knee's while a frilly cravat sat audaciously at his neck. The whole ensemble was topped off very strangely by a pair of black cowboy boots with the number thirteen on each toe. More bizarrely he was wearing black eyeliner and carrying a cane with a round silver handle.



He flicked out the cane to stop a technician.

"Where the f*ck can a bloke get a cup of bloody tea round 'ere?"

The technician cocked his head to one side.

"Oooooh, you're English are ya? I see that explains it."

He looked the man up and down as though his unusual dress style had to be from somewhere weird - like England. English people were weird, they had a lot of those whatsits - eccentrics. Thats what he had to be. Yeah thats what it was.
Brandon was being patient with the odd little man and the temptation to hit him over his silly nogging with his stick was growing.

"I ONLY want a cup of tea. Tea, you do have that here don't you? Oh god, I forgot this is AMERICA - land of the fat, coffee guzzlers. Ah well, nevermind my good man, I'll find one of your godforsaken coffee machines...."

Brandon wandered off down the hallway leaving an unconscious technician in his wake.