Part Seven ~ Salvador

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love, veno
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I start walking to work again. It's Saturday, and another good day for money. Look down the back alley to see broken bottles and bloody needles but nobody there, thank God. Ah, 'usé una traductor'. This bar is my life now, I don't see myself doing anything else for the foreseeable future.
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I walk to the door only to find my keys are missing and a girl waiting outside. She had a sharp, powdered face with rosy cheeks and red lips. She wore a top hat, short skirt and a blazer with one button done up so you could see her huge boobs.
"Salvador."
"Who are you?"
"Friends call me Moxxi, but that's not important. Let's cut to the chase. Do you know of the vault?"
"Vault?" I replied, trying not to show my intrigue but failing miserably.
"Vault." She reaffirmed.
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8 shots of vodka later, 'Moxxi' can really hold her liquor. I'm most likely drunker than her, but she's really deep in details of an alien creature deep in the vault. Only a siren can charge the key to said vault. When charged, the person who wields it controls the warrior. When the vault was opened, eridium became a staple for sirens everywhere. It caused their powers to thrive within them. One siren, Lilith had devoted her life to seeing how far you can push her abilities. Fascinating.
"The problem is, someone is trying to get into the vault. You can only imagine how chaotic that would be!" Even more, control over a monster of that strength! I need to find this 'vault'. I need this power. I need it all.
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She gives me the keys to my bar, and leaves me with a choice
"These belong to you. What you do with them is your choice. Bartend for the rest of your life or save the world."
"Thank you."
"Sanctuary."
What a nutcase! I'm not going to believe some drunk slut about an alien vault somewhere far away. I down a shot myself and curse the bitch that showed up at my door, I open the bar, and sure enough, customers start flooding in.

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