Loup Soup (14)

   "Loup Soup (14)"

   Buster couldn't help but check to see how his buddy was doing.  Remembering Starsky and Hutch reruns from the 1970's when he was a kid in Iceland, he went covert with a cheesy, fake mustache that was coal black, purchased at the local drug store--in the toy aisle no less, it not matching his golden mane, yet he wore a cap with the Saskatchewan Roughriders logo on it, being a fan of CFL football, and a pair of sunglasses.  He just wanted Jasper to make the score, get some, lay the pipe, be a man of today's time, not living in a bizarre state of sublime eternity--it was not to be so, and he knew it somehow, just as his shrink intellectually knew Tebow would not accept the lascivious invitation to hang out with Madonna when he got chosen to play for the Jets in New York.    
   Still, Buster wanted to see Jasper happy, truly--even if he was only a wise ass friend to Jasper, which is a paradoxical term; regardless, armed with the big, fake mustache, he remembered Wyatt Earp and the gunfight that happened at the O.K. Corral, knowing that according to witnesses, Earp had not moved a muscle during the gunfight; moreover, was not injured, having only symmetrical aim, and his buddy Doc, as well as Earp's brothers, who rolled around like Starsky and Hutch during the combative anthropology, were hit with the high velocity of bullets--art does not always imitate life, at least not on that occasion.    
   So, as he drank a hot cup of java with cream and brown sugar, he noticed Alicia was all laughs, playing with her hair, which means:  "I love you."  If of course a lady does this while engaged in conversation with a man, according to some body language experts.  Too, he noticed Jasper was stoic, keeping his Squirrel Girl comments on the inside, attempting a state of normality; next, he felt Jasper fly into his eyes telepathically, turning to look at him and right through his cheap and totally gaudy disguise.  Buster simply smiled, gave a humble nod, and made his exit.  He knew the dude with the dog's name was a werewolf, on some level, and left not stupefied, but in a state of mystic bliss to have such a comrade in the comic book arms.