Old Hard Drives

The small blue porpoise had met up with his spider friend in a bar. The spider wanted a martini while the porpoise was after the beer. The bar stools were high with bright red leather seats, thought the legs were scratched from numerous sets of porn heels. The spider was well past his first birthday and was on his was to becoming a desecrated corpse. He still had a bit of go in him though. The porpoise on the other hand was young a blubbery, ready to take on the red leather chairs. The bartender was of medium height and had many piercings in/on her ears. The silver gleamed like so much wood polish. The spider lacked the necessary parts for martini glass holding, so he perched on the side and sipped from the edge.