Not My Type 3: Alternate World

88. Job

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📍31 JOHNS RD, SPAIN TOWN
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"Dawgggggg a tru yuh nuh know say Prezzi would a dead a while ago!" A random man name Rifle shares.

"Wah?" his friend Jasper gasp, eyes widened in shock.

They're the local rum heads in Spain town, always getting drunk. Especially in this moment that they're hurting.

With just a bit of liquor in their system, they're ready to spill everything beyond the Red Stripe beer and specials in their grip.

"The mount a swat police García did have yasso string off, a wait fi him cas dem expect him fi come help," Rifle continues.

"Look like the man ring hold him back," Mousey, chimes in. She's just a vendor in town. "Cas anything buss off the Don deh ya."

"Mi claaaaaat! Dem still up deh. You nah look good Rifle dem camouflage themself," Jasper turns to him.

"Then tek time chat," Rifle bounces into his drunken bestie.

"It cut up but mi glad him nuh reach yah yet," Mousey adds. She's one of their associates.

"Smaddy need fi make him know," Kerry adds. She overheard their conversation and felt like interjecting.

"How? When all a the man dem him close to deh pan the duppy truck," Rifle sighs heavily.

Another man name Gary staring at the crime scene tape around the Don's mansion shouts out.

"Long live the b——claaat Don!"

"Gone but not forgotten me Don, yuh show we what a real fighter look like. Yuh fight mi General!" Almost drunk, a man name Denry spills the red stripe beer on the road.

A woman name Nadine gave them free beers cause they were crying like babies. Big man in dem 60's.

It's a team that copes with rum.

People are still arguing about Nickoi's whereabouts.

"Everybody a cuss but a good thing the man nuh show up, might sound a way, him ano God! Mi love Outlaw too but imagine we lose the two a dem? The youth protect unuh, feed unuh hungry belly Pitney and the moment him no make it him fail unuh? Me a him, me take mi nice rich self and lef unuh dutty ungrateful nastiness!" Candy argues, she's a part time internet sensation.

As she argues, persons starts feeling guilty about blaming Nickoi, immediately swallowing their words.

Except one woman name Lucy.

"You chat too much Candy!" she has the courage to say to someone like Candy.

Who tell har fi go say that?

Candy turns to her and points, poeple already laughing. What comes out of her mouth makes it worst.

"Dutty Lucy, yuh wash yuh front from mawning?"

People erupts in laughter.

"Right now it better if dem did give Junior the title!" A teenage boy name Everald says.

She attacks him too.

"And a bet yuh some a unuh couldn't say that to him face!" She argues. "But unuh know who ago chat."

She does a funny walk off.

Keno then adds. "And dem cyaa touch yuh."

"None a dem! Dem a mussi crazy glue," she laughs, still throwing words like stones.