Sexy Evil Genius Page #5

as a psycho killer, please, do tell.

Hold on a second.

Figures they'd have

the Thrill Kills on the jukebox

in the place that Nikki picked to meet.

Come on, Nikki couldn't stand

this bubble-gum stuff, man.

She could hardly tolerate classic rock.

Marvin, dude,

the bubble-gummier, the better.

She didn't just like classic rock,

she loved Styx and Meat Loaf and Kiss.

Yeah, any band that wears leather,

spandex or spiked wristbands.

Or performs in their underwear,

furry animal costumes.

She liked Tito, the Cubans,

bands that came out of Harlem in the '40s.

But this...

- Marvin, you got played.

- Like a ping pong ball.

Yo, look, Nikki loves jazz, man.

I'm telling you people facts.

You just don't know her like I do.

Nikki used to say that jazz

was fun, camp, kitsch.

Kitsch? Hell no. She didn't say that.

- She never said that.

- Yeah, she did.

You're telling me my whole relationship...

Predicated on a lie.

Just like her f***ing

tale about the stalker.

Okay, you know what?

Musical taste, one thing.

But the whole stalker thing

I got you both on that one.

You know what? I can prove it.

She showed me his mug shot

on the national stalker registry

right next to her official

police restraining order.

His name is Mark something.

- You know, I bet you it's still posted.

- Drinks?

- Yes.

- Sure.

- Yeah, all around.

- It's almost 9:
00.

I'm on my third martini with no dinner.

- Amateur.

- And you're what, a pro?

I'm an all-star, junior.

Got him. Creepy dude.

His name is Mark Von Dutch.

Nikki told me if I ever

saw this cat to call the cops, emergency.

He looks like a movie star, but demented.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

That's the guy she killed.

What? Wait, how do you know that?

She sent me a photo of them

together after we broke up.

Her new handsome love.

She was probably f***in' trying

to make me jealous.

Anyone else here a little

freaked out right now?

I'm intrigued.

Okay, you knew about

this whole homicide thing beforehand.

She even sent you a damn photo.

And you showed up anyway

because you're intrigued?

Lam.

To see your friend who kills dudes.

What kind of ghoul does that make you?

A sexy one.

- Nikki.

- Drinks, anyone?

I mugged the waitress on the way over.

- You look awesome.

- Thanks, stud.

Let's see.

Rotgut, rocks.

Must be Marvin "Jazz Man" Coolidge.

You got that right, bongo girl.

Absinthe,

for the sexy ghoul.

Thank you.

And a martini with a

billion zillion olives,

that has got to be you, Zachary Newman.

I skipped dinner.

- And that leaves Sprite for me.

- Sprite?

What about your signature vodka gimlet?

Not tonight. I wanna keep my wits about me

in case something horrifying

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