People looked strangely at that ghostly face that seemed straight out of Erebo, he wasn’t the paragon of cleanness and etiquette. He went home, took a shower and redid his hair. Regardless of this people still looked at him quite strangely because of the two huge bags under his eyes. People always looked at him strangely.

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The bar was quite huge, hosting even a bowling room and a dance floor.

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The two of them passed the late afternoon playing bowling and drinking, Pxan didn’t liked the beer, found it too racy, but liked the fruit cocktails. James had no problems of this kind.

He had drunk one or two drinks when Pxan asked him about the Bad Mace story

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When they finished James couldn’t walk properly, they took the night metro and returned home. Pxan knew too well all the cases of drunk employers being shoot at this time, James didn’t seem to care. After a bit, he found James apartment, two blocks away from Pxan apartment. His apartment, well it was a standard apartment. Not much out of place or very different from his own. He put James in his bed, said goodnight and looked out of the little window.

It was deep night, did he really wanted to run such a risk? Considering his walking speed he would take forty minutes to arrive at his apartment and for what? For sleeping in an identical bed?

He removed his shoes and socks and slept surrounded by the warmness of James sofa. He borrowed its alarm clock and set it, and fall asleep again in a deep black sleep.