Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 32

|| Chapter Thirty-Two ||

"Like these guys. Now, if I'm going up against an opponent, I'm going right down the middle. He's gonna see me coming, by God, because I like my steak rare!"

My head fell flat on the damn table at how stupid it all sounded to me, but the crowd was eating it up like it was a steak served from a wine-and-dine restaurant.

"Yeah! I like my whiskey straight up! I like my cars fast and my women rough!" He faced the crowd as he grabbed at his own crotch, emphasizing on the women.

Somehow, that excited the women in the audience more than it did the men.

"I'm American; north American." Sketchy quickly specified, "And I don't apologize for that! Yeah, I put my pants on one leg at a time, thank you very much."

At this point, these people were eating him up like their flies attracted to the honey placed out for a bigger kill, a bear. Their cheers were loud and obnoxious to me, because they were getting hyped over something that only sounded American.

They formed a rally of their own, forgetting this man is on trial for lying to them and stealing from their delivery boys.

Sketchy was so into his made-up speech, he turned around to look at the group of people he was attempting to save, yelling, "'Merica!"

After about an hour and a half of this circus, I was about to fall asleep from hearing all the exaggerations, a string of nothing but lies and straight up bullshit being written on a chalk board they had to drag out for this man to make his main points on.

10k was on the verge of asking for more alcohol to get drunk again so all of Skeezy's metaphors and never ending points would just become fuzzy.

Skeezy, on the other hand, was on the verge of his chair from the excitement of Sketchy's bullshit theories. It's like he actually believed everything Sketchy preached a majority of the time.

By now, I was ready for Escorpion to just put a bullet in my head. This is torture enough.

"I could walk you all through this again."

Please, do not or I'll blow this whole operation up into flames.

"The time discrepancy, the rates of descent, second shooters, detonation patterns, cellular records, communication towards multi-layered encryption, all of the damn chem-trails in the sky."

At this point, I was just ready for them to shoot me. Put me out of this misery.

I have never wanted to shoot another living, breathing human as much as I do right now. I take that back. There's Murphy.

"I mean, have you seen that? What is that? That's what I'm asking. Well, those are—it doesn't matter! The point is, you're all great people!"

I was about to throw my head back against the top of wood until 10K's hand that still laid on my thigh, squeezed me again.

"The one to Escorpion's left keeps looking at you." He muttered the gossip as Sketchy continued, thoroughly.

Why was he never president?

"I think he recognizes me." I whisper my actual theories back, looking over into his baby blue irises that had lightened over time.

"I don't think that's it. If he recognizes you, then Escorpion would've recognized you as well."

Good point but why else would he be staring at me?

"If it don't fit, you must acquit." He finished his long ass speech with something so classical and irrelevant.