It seems just a few minutes quiet was uncomfortable for my choom here as he quickly attempted to fill the silence.
“Hey! How about we head to the front and make one of these waitresses our Inputs?”
“Not interested.”
“Aww come on!”, He complained, “Are you scared or something, why not?!”
“Just put a bullet in the last one.”
“...Damn... Wait, ‘Put a bullet in’, so you didn’t zero the bitch?” This guy was way too perceptive on the oddest things.
“Come on you gotta share something like that! Did you or didn’t you kill her?”
“Nah... couldn’t do it.”
“Her new output was easy but... yeah, she probably won’t be walking anytime soon anyway. Scavs’ll get her if a gang doesn’t.”
“Strange... you hate her enough to kill her latest hit, but not enough to flatline the bitch. And you aren’t expecting her to walk back into your life now her Output is gone like some gonks.”
“I mean, obviously, you blew out her legs.”
“What’s it to you?! Isn’t there anywhere else you could fuck off to?”
He gestures vaguely with a glass of Conine to the rest of the bar/merc hangout. The people here barely showed more enthusiasm then the ageing half century old furnishings.
“Ugh, that’s fair enough.”
“Well... For a bit of background, it started like this.” I start explaining.
“My parents were both killed during a mid size gang war taking place around where 6th has now set up their little attempted dictatorship, neither of them was part of a gang, mind you, just got unlucky I guess.
But yeah... My dad would take me out to this one high park area that those damn Corpo’s couldn’t get the rights to build on, and we’d watch the firework shows every New Years. Still a great spot actually.
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So you could see how when I got my first Mainline Input, I thought it would be great to bring her up there and spend the night together. That lasted roughly 2 and a half years before she jumped ship and started fuckin this older Gonk who’d klep anything of worth he could off of me.”
“Think he joined in the ranks of a gang, got himself some chrome, the missus simply decided to upgrade too.”
“Damn.”
“I mean I wouldn’t personally zero a fucker cause my Input moved on but-”
I ranted on. “That’s just the half of it. That was a year and a week ago, and her Output wanted ‘stake his claim’ so to speak. SO, Imagine my surprise, when I’m heading back up to my usual spot for the show, only to be oh so kindly greeted by the two raw-dogging it over my parents graves.” By this point I was drinking straight out of the bottle as my friend here’s poker face started to crack.
“Did I mention that? I don’t think I did!”
“For all those fucking corpo’s couldn’t get their hands on that land my dad knew the old fuck that owned it, so when their ashes reach my hands he gave me permission to bury them there though I am like 90% sure that was just to make the eventual forceful acquisition all the more difficult legally!”
“Fuck, man.” That’s about all he was able to reply to my rant as I became more intoxicated.
“But Fuck she was good, she had everything other than money! And that was like the one thing I couldn’t provide so it wasn’t completely unexpected that she left.”
“Still, she was hot.”
“I don’t know choom, she seems a bit sadistic to me.”
“Like SOOO hot!”
He seemed to only realise how much Cinine I was drinking, and this stuff wasn’t light.
“Sooo... how long ago was this?” he asked curiously.
“Like... urhg... an hour or so...” Turns out drinking on an empty stomach was a bad Idea cause this was hitting hard.
That seemed to be the final straw as a look of abject horror crept onto his face as he quickly downed one of the Silverhands obviously not wanting to deal with this sober.
“Can I get you anything?” One of the barmaids must have noticed the empty glasses as she strolled over our way after passing out some drinks. “Refills perhaps?”
“ANother boTtle!” I shouted, rasing the empty Conine bottle to all three of our surprise.
“Oookay.” He replied pulling the bottle out of my reach, “That’s enough for to night!”
“FUck you, I turNEd 16!!” I slurred out.
“Oh? When!”
“An HOur ago?”
“...FUCK.” He shouted as the turned back to the barmaid, “Make that two, no three bottles!!”
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Unknown Number Hey choom!
You never told me where you lived... Or your name for that matter, so I just paid for a room nearby, whole day, so you can recover from last night.
Also, got my gun back and it’s running better than ever! I’ll get you the gig I promised as soon as possible I swear!!
Just... y’know, clean up a bit before showing your face. First impressions can really make or break this for you.
Anyway rest up till I call in again.
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