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Two cold blooded killers are about to crash a dinner party, but the main course may be far more upsetting than anything they've cooked up.
The Dinner Guests by Shane Migliavacca
Music by Ray Mattis
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Orville Trench admired his reflection in the car window. He missed his long black ponytail and beard. His hair was cut short now. 
He ran a hand over his smooth chin. He’d had that beard so long, it was like cutting off a limb… but it had to go. It was time to get a new car too. The old one would be drawing too much attention soon.
Cherry Kowalski, the love of his life, appeared in the reflection. Her eyes were large, piecing and dark… dark to match her long, wild black hair, streaked with purple and green, that hung to her shoulders. 
She twirled one of long strands of hair around her index finger. Hanging around her neck was a simple silver necklace, a small plastic baby arm dangled from it. 
“You look good.” She said.
“I didn’t ask.” 
“Fuck you.” She laughed loudly, giving her lover double middle fingers. 
Orville spun around, grabbing her by the shoulders. His eyes narrowed. “Oh yes. Yes indeed.”
He scanned the parking lot of the convenience store. There where only three cars here: an old pickup truck, a rusting black Camaro and an fairly new SUV. Not much to pick from. 
Shouldn’t be that many people inside. He looked up at the sign over the door. It read: QUICK SAVE MART. It would be quick all right. He couldn’t wait to get out of East Fuck wit New York. 
     
Orville touched the cold steel under his leather jacket. A Colt Trooper Mk III, like the sheriff carried in Walking Tall… the 70’s one. He loved that film, not that shit remake with the Nancy boy wrestler. It hung from a shoulder holster under his jacket. A flaming devil face was emblazoned across the jacket’s back.   
Just as he expected, the door had a little bell that chimed when it opened.
He sized up the store. Orville liked to think of himself as a hunter, though what he hunted you didn’t buy a license for. 
The store was typical; five aisles of various overpriced crap, cold drinks in the back and some not so fresh looking coffee. The kid behind the counter, who couldn’t be older then twenty, didn’t even look up from his cell phone when they entered. He was dressed to the nines in Eminem castoffs. Another white boy wannabe… he’d be easy enough. 
Picking through the beer was a bear of a man. Dirty coveralls, baseball cap and a long graying beard… had to be the pickup driver. This one could be trouble. He’d be the first.
The last customer was a young woman; mid-twenties. Two in the afternoon and she’s wearing fucking pajamas. Orville shakes his head. Two bad for her, she wasn’t his type. 
“Anything look good to you hon?” He asks Cherry.
“Slim pickings.” 
The big man came up to the counter, carrying two six packs. He sets them on the counter. It took a couple seconds before the kid looked up from his phone.
“That all Mr. Scott?” The kid asked.
“For now. You know that damned phone gonna turn you into a zombie Jimmy. All you kids just stare at ‘em all the time. Sucking your minds out.”
“Not just kids doing it. Seen plenty of adults too.”
Scott opens his wallet. “Goddamn right about that. The wife is always doing that Facebook shit. Why you think I got these for tonight?”
The two laugh. 
Cherry makes a mock vomiting face to Orville. Orville mouths “Which one?”
Cherry nods towards large Mr. Scott.
“Gonna start off Friday night right.” Scott says. 
Cherry slides up next to him. She leans against the counter, showing Jimmy her cleavage. His eyes go right to it.
“How’s about speeding up all the talky talky?” She says.
“Excuse me young lady.” Scott says. “No need to be fucking rude.” 
Orville stood next to the coffee pot watching Cherry do her thing. He poured himself a cup, dropping in a ton of creamer and sugar. He gulping down the cup in one go.
“I just want to make a purchase and go, not listen to your fucking life story.” She says noticing she’s not even holding anything. Cherry quickly grabs a handful of Slim Jims. “These delicious treats. Yum Yum.”
Scott shakes his head and turns back to Jimmy. “What do I owe you?”
Orville lets his eye flicker over to the female shopper. She’d selected some chips and now stood in front of the soda cooler... oblivious to the fun up front. 
Scott payed Jimmy and turned to leave, picking up his beer. Cherry blocked his way.
“Excuse me miss.”
“No. No. You don’t get to leave until you apologize.” Cherry stomped her booted foot hard on the floor.
“Just get out of my way crazy bitch.” He tried to push past her. 
Angry, Cherry clawed him in the face, opening red trenches on the left side of his face.
“Bitch!” Scott dropped both of his six packs to the floor with a crash. Some of the cans exploded in a foamy blast. 
He made an unsuccessful grab at Cherry.
“Too slow!” She laughed.
Scott lunged at Cherry only to come face to face with Orville’s Colt Trooper. Orville smiled a wicked smile as he pulled the hammer back.
“Hands off my girl.”
He pulled the trigger sending Scott’s brains all over the newspaper rack. Scott fell to the ground, twitching. Lying on his back Orville fired a couple more shots into the dying man’s chest.
He saw Jimmy behind the counter, his face slack with dull horror.
Orville pointed the Colt at him. “Stay planted right there zit boy. You move. You die.”
The boy nodded.  
“Shit Ory, he was mine!” Cherry pouts. 
“And you took too long.” 
The female shopper screamed at the top of her lungs and bolted.
Orville sighs. “Get her.”
Cherry let out a bloodcurdling scream and pursued her prey.
Cherry grabbed cans from one of the shelves and hurled them at the woman.
“Where you going baby?” 
A can hit one of the glass coolers, cracking it. Another one hit the woman’s leg. She fell against a display of dog biscuits, knocking it over in a loud crash. 
Cherry picked up a loaf of bread and beat the woman with it. 
“Give up?” She laughed, pulling the woman up by the hair. 
Orville watches the sad spectacle laughing. Out of the corner of his eye, Jimmy inched towards his phone on the back counter. 
  
“Don’t even think about it white chocolate.”
Cherry marched the pajama clad shopper up to the counter. Upon seeing Scott lying on the ground in a pool of blood, the captive started to sob.
“Oh god…don’t hurt me.”
Orville looked at the woman. “Don’t worry, nobody’s getting hurt as long as you give us a little ride.”
A glint of metal caught his eye. Too late he saw Jimmy aiming a cheap pistol at him. The nervous boys squeezed the trigger, trying to fire one handed. The pistol fired wild; the bullet whizzed past Orville and hit the female shopper in the throat.
Orville took aim with the Colt and blasted Jimmy between the eyes. The boy slumped dead against a display of Lotto tickets.
“Damn.” Orville says. “That was something.”
Orville looked over the side of the counter at Jimmy; what brains he had leaking out of the wound above his eyes. Orville shot him again.
 
“You get to have all the fun.” Cherry pouts.
He holstered the Colt. “Get some supplies for the road.” 
Orville walked over to the body of the woman, he crouched down and turned her on her back. She stared up at him with lifeless eyes. He rummaged through her pajama pockets, and pulled out a pair of keys. 
He was about to stand when a bell dinged as a car pulled up to one of the pumps. He looked back at Cherry filling up a plastic bag with some groceries.
 
“Get down.” He hissed. “We’ve got company.”
Orville peeked around an endcap of beef-jerky. It was hard to make out the car or the driver since they were on the other side of the gas pumps, but he thought he got a glimpse of long blonde hair.
All the while Orville kept his eyes on the new arrival. They stepped from behind the pump… he was right! It was a girl, about eighteen… long blonde hair, longer legs.  Instantly Orville felt his crotch come alive. Goddamn he wanted to fuck her on the spot!
This called for a change of plans. He’d planned on taking the woman in pajamas hostage… having her drive them somewhere secluded and lie low… but White Chocolate got trigger happy and fucked that up. So, he’d settled for just taking her car and some supplies and hightailing it. 
But now Blondie had dropped into their laps, and if he was lucky, she’d be riding it later tonight. After he was done Cherry could have a go, she’d like that. Orville licked his lips at the thought.
From behind the counter another urgent beep as the blonde pressed a button on the pump. Finally giving up, she walked frustrated towards the store.
 
“Here we go.” Orville whispered. 
The blonde pulled the door open, making the bell chime as she unknowingly stepped into hell.
“Jimmy, you awake in here?” She asked, a second before seeing the blood. “Jimmy?” 
“Nope.” Orville stood, the Colt pointed at her. “Jimmy’s on break.”
“Blood.” The girls said, biting her lip. “Did you…”
“Sure did!” Cherry said, as she walked towards them carrying an overstuffed bag of groceries. “How sweet! Fresh meat!” 
“She’s also going to be our ride out of here, ain’t you baby?” 
The girl looked down at the bodies then up at Orville and Cherry, dumbstruck. 
“Right?” Orville said, a bit annoyed. He took the blonde’s chin with his hand and forced the girl to nod in agreement. “Right.”
He took his hand away, leaving bloody finger prints. 
“Who are you?” The girl asked, her voice quivering. 
“I’m a demon.” Orville answered. “Straight from hell. I eat up little girls like you.”
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“Depends. What’s your name sweetness?”
“Lauren. Lauren Dohler.”
Orville looked Lauren over. “Well Lauren, where were