понедельник, 17 июля 2023
Бизоны, после визита в АпатиюThe stars in the night sky sparkled brightly. Not that anyone in the slums would have cared to look up at them.
Guy walked with familiar steps down the gaudy neon lit streets. As he saw the man lurking in the designated alleyway, he slowly came to a halt.
"Berne?" Guy called out. As soon as he heard his code name, the figure in the shadows dropped his cigarette to the ground, crushing it underfoot.
"You got the money?"
Guy wordlessly drew out a cash card from his pocket.
The man slotted it into a datalink and confirmed the funds. Without another word he grabbed the bag at his feet and handed it to Guy. It was heavier than it looked. Without bothering to check its contents, Guy turned around and walked away.
In the east side of the colony, better known as Lupa Yapp, the dusk descended as usual.
Norris slumped down on the floor of his room and listlessly took a drag on a cigarette. The nights when he couldn’t hang out with the others felt so long.
But he didn't feel like rolling into Maxi's bed right now either. For whatever reason, he just wanted to be alone.
What were his unfocused eyes looking at, who was he thinking of, where was his gaze going to fall?
Between his fingers, the cigarette ash broke off. Only at that moment did time move again.
In the dull darkness, Luke stumbled around aimlessly. Floundered, more like. Heavily intoxicated, or maybe high on drugs, he hummed a tune on unsteady legs. The passersby didn’t even bother to look at him. Because there was nothing unusual about the sight. There were so many like him around at any given time.
After a while, he tripped over his own feet and fell down with a loud thud. No one cared.
He landed face-first in trash, but didn’t even bother to get up. And then he started laughing, the sound muffled by garbage. "Could piss my pants, man. Scares the fuck out of me, someone like that... losers like us can't keep up with this shit. Riki... we can't."
His smothered croaks melted away into the darkness.
The counter of a bar, wreathed in cigarette smoke.
"Your date didn't show?" The man called out in a friendly tone, and pulled his stool up.
Dark, glittery eyeshadow complimented his finely trimmed brows. Pressing his body towards Sid flirtatiously, he swept back his bright orange hair.
Sid looked at him sideways.
Undeterred, the stranger asked, "Won't you buy me a drink?"
"Get lost." Sid spat, without sparing a glance.
"Pff. Don’t play a tough guy just cus’ you can’t get it up." Snorting, the man sneered loudly.
And then, without a warning, a kick sent both his stool and him flying, leaving him frozen on the floor.
Placing his glass on the counter, Sid raised himself up slowly.
It’s not that he was enraged by the lame provocation. He just needed an excuse. An excuse to get all this frustration and despondence off his chest. It was the stranger's unlucky night.
"You wanna say that again, fucker?" Sid started cracking his knuckles, a scary glare in his eyes. The bar went quiet.
Swallowing loudly, the stranger backed away, dragging his ass on the floor."AnK."