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scene two:
i had just hopped off a train in this junk town before i spotted the bar. i needed money, but first booze and lots of it. i walked straight at my target, he had no idea what he was going to be in for.
i placed myself on a stool and slammed my hand on a spot next to his stacked shot-glasses. there was a startled sound that came out of the man as he looked up at me. his face was pale with a drunken expression but he stared at me with desperation in his eyes. i quickly took advantage of the situation, i put my arm around him and lifted my other arm up in the air. i made a gesture to the bartender, "another one for my dear friend here my good man."
"right away," the bartender says, not really caring that i'm dressed in run-down clothes or that in my smile there are a couple of teeth missing. i began to feel energetic as my body readied itself for the alcohol.
the bartender arrives with two shot glasses but i eyeball the liquor clearly marked jose cuervo. the bartender pours us both a shot and walks away. i quickly down the two shots, the liquor is warm and instantly i feel better. turning now to the suit-and-tie, i notice him making his way to the bathroom. and for the time it took him to get there, i weighed out the possibility of scamming a couple of more shots from the bartender. i decide against the shots and proceeded to follow the man into the restroom.
inside the restroom now, i hear the man vomitting in the only stall. i follow the sounds to see him kneeling in front of the toilet, he was leaning forward and holding his weight up with his hands on the seat.
i pulled out a kitchen knife i had stolen ages ago and i stabbed him in the back. a sucking sound came out of his body as i pulled the knife out and i stabbed him again and again until he fell face forward into the toilet. i searched his suit pockets and his wallet, both times coming up empty.
"fuck!" i scream softly, the echo barely minimal. i search for an inner jacket pocket and find a money clip full of twenties.
i rush to the bathroom door and i walk out casually. i see the bartender eyeing me but i make eye contact with a friendly wave. he lifts his head in relation to my wave and i continue walking towards the exit.
i had just hopped off a train in this junk town before i spotted the bar. i needed money, but first booze and lots of it. i walked straight at my target, he had no idea what he was going to be in for.
i placed myself on a stool and slammed my hand on a spot next to his stacked shot-glasses. there was a startled sound that came out of the man as he looked up at me. his face was pale with a drunken expression but he stared at me with desperation in his eyes. i quickly took advantage of the situation, i put my arm around him and lifted my other arm up in the air. i made a gesture to the bartender, "another one for my dear friend here my good man."
"right away," the bartender says, not really caring that i'm dressed in run-down clothes or that in my smile there are a couple of teeth missing. i began to feel energetic as my body readied itself for the alcohol.
the bartender arrives with two shot glasses but i eyeball the liquor clearly marked jose cuervo. the bartender pours us both a shot and walks away. i quickly down the two shots, the liquor is warm and instantly i feel better. turning now to the suit-and-tie, i notice him making his way to the bathroom. and for the time it took him to get there, i weighed out the possibility of scamming a couple of more shots from the bartender. i decide against the shots and proceeded to follow the man into the restroom.
inside the restroom now, i hear the man vomitting in the only stall. i follow the sounds to see him kneeling in front of the toilet, he was leaning forward and holding his weight up with his hands on the seat.
i pulled out a kitchen knife i had stolen ages ago and i stabbed him in the back. a sucking sound came out of his body as i pulled the knife out and i stabbed him again and again until he fell face forward into the toilet. i searched his suit pockets and his wallet, both times coming up empty.
"fuck!" i scream softly, the echo barely minimal. i search for an inner jacket pocket and find a money clip full of twenties.
i rush to the bathroom door and i walk out casually. i see the bartender eyeing me but i make eye contact with a friendly wave. he lifts his head in relation to my wave and i continue walking towards the exit.