Chapter 9: We Rape the Seven Seas
November 30th, 2009
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Serving the men that come through here has always been its own sort of trial. A place like this in a town like this draws all walks of life, but they share one thing: to each of them Mary only exists so long as their stories touch hers. She's not a person. She's no more than a fly on the wall with their drinks. On a night like tonight she's grateful for that status. The two men in the corner are her customers, and she wishes they weren't. There are things you can see in a person's eyes if you're paying attention. Mary sees that both of these men are dangerous. The first should be feared for his disregard, well, for everything. The second should be feared because he shares the first man's company with a chilling calm.
Mary takes their order and returns as quickly as possible. As they are settling the bill, a drunkard stumbles toward the table. She tries to warn him away with her eyes, but he has no mind for such subtlety at the moment.
"Good sirs, how are you this evening?" The stink of booze fueled swagger washes the air. He braces himself against the table. The Man With Disregard slides out of his chair and grips the poor soul in one arm.
"My companion and I were just numbing ourselves to discuss the finer points of life. Will you be joining us?"
The drunk straightens himself and seems to realize that he may have made a mistake. "Do I know you?"
The dangerous man laughs without humor and replies, "You may." He leans his head closer and points to the Man With Calm. "See him? He's a Killer." The drunk shows his discomfort as the Man With Disregard tightens his grasp and finds his gaze. "And I'm a wraith," He forces the drunk into a chair. "And you're our new friend."
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