Crazy In Love | Buggy

f o r t y - o n e

When we came bursting into town, things went south almost immediately. It was a small, quaint town. But clearly well off. The houses went far up into the mountain. The part we were standing at was at the bottom, but from what I could see there was houses all the way at the top.

As townspeople got out of their houses to check us out, one of the clowns made a run towards a shop. My heart dropped immediately. He sent a rock flying through the large window, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.

It was as if this set off something in all the clowns. Everyone seemed to snap, become violent within seconds. As the townspeople fled, clowns trashed whatever they could, grabbed who they could.

I couldn't stand it. "Buggy," I blurted out without meaning to. He was the only one who wasn't joining in on the destruction. "You have to stop them."

"I don't have to do anything."

He was annoying me. He was so nonchalant. "You do -"

He turned on me fast. His face was almost against mine as he spoke. "We've had this conversation too many times. Must we keep having it?"

"Apparently so."

"Fine," He agreed. "But I need alcohol if I'm to go through this little song and dance again."

With that, he grabbed my hand and led me through the crowds, trying to find somewhere good to drink. We finally found a bar. It was small, serving drinks through a window, with the seating area outside.

"Hello?" Buggy yelled through the window, trying to peer in. "Seems like it's abandoned."

"I wonder why."

"If only there was some way I could fit through the window! Like, if I could say, take my body apart and put pieces through one at a time... oh wait!" Buggy pulled his head off, holding it out for me to see. "I can!"

"Very smart."

"You're such a party pooper, Betty." He put his head back on, instead just pulling off a hand and sliding it through the hole in the window. "I think I can trust him to get us a drink. Although I am blind so apologies if he picks something bad."

Him referring to his hand as if it were someone different was very weird but I didn't question it. It was the last thing I had to worry about.

His hand finally reappeared with one bottle clutched tightly between two of the fingers, while the other ones seemed to walk.

"Hm," Buggy said, taking the bottle and examining it. "Not my taste. Try again." The hand was off. "Do you want it -"

I didn't even let him finish. I snatched the bottle off of him, popped the lid and took a gulp. At first, I wasn't sure what it was. Then I realised it was beer. It was a bit bitter for my taste. I could see why Buggy didn't want it.

That didn't stop me from basically downing the entire thing by the time his hand returned with another bottle.

"That's more like it." Buggy held his bottle to me for a toast. I didn't feel much like toasting.

"What are we toasting?"

"New riches."

"And new destruction?"

He seriously considered that, then smiled widely. "Sure! To new rich and new destruction!"

With that, he clicked our bottles together. It almost made me laugh. As If the world was reading my emotions, it began to rain.

"I didn't know it rained here."

"It rains everywhere. Well, some places far less often than others but everywhere eventually."