Post by kinglightskin on Feb 2, 2021 21:03:30 GMT -6
12:17 A.M.
Wyvern: Yeaah, baby! I’ll be seein’ you ‘round!
The girl walkin’ away from Wyvern wears shame on her face and the smell of glitter sweat fuckin’ where way too much perfume once was. She turns back to’em and smiles but switches back to disgust as she parts ways.
Wyvern: I fuckin’ love this city, man. The women are easy and when you say that your best mate is a superstar, they swarm ya knob like Gamestop stock.
Andre: Wouldn’t go that far, bruh. It ain’t even been a week yet.
Wyvern: You’ll get there, man. I’ll grow on you too.
Andre: Lady of the night?
Wyvern: I didn’t even have to pay her, nuffin’ more than a bit’uh snowfall.
Andre: So, yes?
Wyvern: Don’t matter wun bit to me. I’m finkin’ that if you manage to win this next one, I’ll bag me a two for wun. No pressure, I’m just sayin’, bro.
Andre: I’ve been on my shit, don’t worry. I’ll turn it around.
Wyvern: Yeaaaah, you get on that. Imma go step outside real quick and have myself a smoke.
Andre: Just watch ya back, I hear shit has been weird at night lately.
Wyvern: Ya? What do you fink is gonna happen to me out there? Am I gonna get sucked off again? Sounds prett’ee fuckin’ terrible.
Andre: A’ight. You do you, I’m just sayin’.
Wyvern: No worries, ‘Dre. I run this fuckin’ cit’ee.
Andre: Yeah yeah.
Wyvern: Ayy, I’ll be back in like fifteen minutes and we can have a little bit’uh team bondin’, spend some time enjoyin’ every’fin also the workplace has to offer.
Andre: Word.
12:29 A.M.
Wyvern: Ayy, you got a light, bruv’uh? Forgot mine.
?: Sorry.
Wyvern: What ‘bout you? Light?
The second one just ignores him.
fuckin’ prick
Footsteps glide in rhythm across the sidewalk as a pair of Ferrini Hornback step one in front of another. Wyvern looks up with the beggar’s pitch once more.
Wyvern: Ayy, man. You got a ligh-
His ears ring and his vision goes blurred as the owner of the light brown derby shoes lands a clean blow across the side of Wyvern’s face.
Wyvern: Fuck!
?: What excuse do you have for me this time, Wyvern? People not buyin’ enough fake shirts these days?
Wyvern: Eat my dick.
A second, considerably stiffer shot expels a mouthful of spit and sends a trickle of blood down the side of his chin.
?: I’ve been kind and I’ve been pretty fuckin’ patient with you, but whenever it’s time for you to pay off your debts, I get the runaround. If this was anyone else, they would’ve had you taken out ages ago. You’re really startin’ to test me and believe me, I don’t like bein’ this way, but godDAMMIT, man.
Wyvern: Look….I’ve got a plan.
?: It better be a real fuckin’ good one, one with an actual date this time. Not “later”. Give me a concrete FUCKIN’ time.
His shouts come out in a more hushed tone through gritted teeth.
Wyvern: I’ve got a gig...a real gig. You’ll have the money, just give me a few more months.
He rolls both his head and eyes at the same time before pressing a barrel into Wyvern’s gut.
Wyvern: I’m serious! This Black Pyramid shit, I got a gig. Last minute, but I’m good for it.
?: How’d the fuck you manage that? Am I supposed to buy that they hired some street rat Brit to work a fuckin’ residency at Luxor?
Wyvern: I’m talent management. I can prove it, man. I’ll save you a seat and you can see for ya’self if you don’t believe me.
?: A few months? Really? Are we serious right now?
Wyvern: Twelve weeks and I’m good. My guy wins, I start rackin’ it up and I’ll take care’uv you.
One third and final shot knocks Wyvern straight on his ass. He favors the already swelling area and looks up at the collector.
?: If I don’t see every fuckin’ cent that you owe me by the end of twelve weeks, there ain’t gonna be another chance. Got it?
Wyvern: Yeah, man. I-
?: Just..get my money.
12:56 A.M.
Andre: Jesus, bro. You look like dog shit. I told you shit was sketchy out there.
Wyvern: All good, bruv’uh. You should see the other guy.
Andre: Maybe try keepin’ yourself outta goon shit from now on, yeah? Don’t forget, this place is swarmin’ wit’ motherfuckers who will kick your ass to the curb and if you drag me down with you, I’ll make the other side of ya shit match myself.
Wyvern: Just keep that same energy wit’ you for Ransack, bro.
Andre: From the looks of it, it ain’t me you should be worryin’ ‘bout.
?: You guys looked great out there tonight.
Wyvern: One’uv the most important parts of the job, ain’t it?
?: I’m Veronica.
Wyvern: I’m fuckin’ hard.
Can’t believe he actually got a giggle outta her wit’ that, lil’ ugly ass muhfucker.
Veronica: So, Andre…
2:36 A.M.
Veronica: You known Wyvern long?
Andre: Oh, that’s how you pillow talkin’? I see how it is.
Veronica: Just wondering. You two seemed to get a long pretty good out there, so I wasn’t sure.
Andre: Nah, shit kinda just fell into place, you know? The guy’s a salesman, it’s the boss man he actually managed to impress though.
Veronica: You sound indifferent.
Andre: I mean, we’ll see. Homeboy is just a lot. At the same time, I ain’t all that against havin’ an ally around here. Shit sounds like it’s been pretty tense wit’ all of this lockdown shit goin’ on.
Veronica: They say that, but it can’t be that much different than other parts of the states, right?
Andre: Have you seen city limits lately?
Veronica: Not really, why?
Andre: I can tell you that comin’ in, I felt like fuckin’ cattle. There was enough security at the checkpoint to pass for National Guard. Nobody in and nobody out, I get it. We all knew what it was we were signing up for. The base pay is solid and the grand prize is even better, especially when it ain’t even a full trimester. Still, the vibe is all sorts of fuckin’ off.
Veronica: This should all clear up soon, yeah? Isn’t that what they say? New admin is supposed to be cracking down on the virus and I imagine that things will cool off pretty soon.
Andre: Yeah, maybe you right.
Veronica: Like you said though, not even a trimester and then you won’t have to worry about this place, will you?
Andre: Soon as I get my money, I’m gone.
Veronica: Sounds nice.
Andre: How about you?
Veronica: Hmm?
Andre: You stayin’ for awhile?
Veronica: It’s kind of hard not to, honestly. Born and raised.
Andre: In Las Vegas? That’s a thing?
Veronica: Vegas is a lot of things, some good and some bad, but when you’re from here..it feels like the biggest small town in America. They didn’t really even need to close down the city for us. Even before the start of everything, it’s not like most of us were planning on going anywhere.
Andre: If you like it, that’s cool. Other folks just be sayin’ otherwise.
Veronica: Like it, dislike it. I’m not sure anymore.