Damaged

5

Pretty soon 10k, Doc, Cassandra, and I were bursting through the doors of the Bar. It looked pretty rundown, but then again, what is isn't run down now-a-days.

"Hey," Murphy said to get Doc's attention. "You got to do something about her." He motioned towards Warren at the bar, downing some alcoholic beverage. "I'm not waiting for anybody." 

At first he seemed like he actually cared about her and was worried like the rest of us but he quickly showed his motives and I couldn't help but to roll eyes. Maybe deep down, he does care for her. He's just having to keep up his 'reputation'.

"I know, Murphy. Keep your shorts on. Have you seen a guy in here named Wannamaker?" Doc asked him.

"What, are we making friends now?"

I scanned the bar and didn't even realize that we were moving until 10k grabbed my hand to pull me with them. I blushed instantly but frowned a little when he let go. Doc stopped when he reached the center of the bar. "Anybody know anybody in here named Wannamaker?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Oh, we're just lookin' to trade. You know just a little business. Yeah, my friend said he might have a vehicle."

"Yea. Wannamakers got cars."

Wow, thanks, like we didn't already know that, I thought.

"Do you know where he is?" Doc asked.

The guy slowly nodded to the snoring guy under the table right next to us. Doc instantly went to call out to him until a guy that was sitting at the table stopped him. "He's not gonna wake up. Once Wannamaker's down, he's down. Check back in forty-eight hours."

"Well uh- what about you? You look like a car man."

I could tell that he has had some to drink when his eyes fluttered almost like an eyeroll. "I don't drive cars. I drive machines."

Doc's mouth dropped open. "Any, uh, any machine you'd be willing to let go of?"

The guy shrugged his shoulder and slurred, "Depends." His eyes fluttered over to me and Cassandra. His eyes trailing up and down our bodies. "What do you got to trade?"

I squirmed under his unnerving eyes and looked to 10k. He was glaring at the guy and slightly pushed me behind him. Cassandra shot the guy a bird.

He eyes her. "Don't worry, darlin'. You're not worth it. Ain't nothing as sweet as the Formanmobile." He leaned back, his eyes trailing over to me again. "Except for maybe you." he winked at me and licked his lips. I instantly started to feel disgusted.

"Forget about it." Doc replied, moving to block me from the guys view. "What about the 50 caliber first prize?"

"Ha! Even if you do win, and that's a big if, the Formanmobile is not for sale. Biodiesel. Solar powered. Quick as they come. Kitchen. Bathroom. Fully regenerative internal plumbing system complete with marine grade PEX fittings." He said and at this point it was hard to hide how impressed we were and even slightly jealous. "Built in, we got an NSV machine gun, flame thrower, cattle gun, grenade launcher, doom whistle, plus the usual wheel spikes, all that." He sighed and rolled his eyes with a huff. "Look at me teasin' ya. Ain't no way you're getting your hands on my baby."

Unless we steal it from your dead body, I thought menacingly. Doc cleared his throat. "Oh, okay." He turned towards the three of us. "Well he's drunk. Let's go get you signed up, kid." We were quiet as he led us to the sign up sheet, only there was a kind of long line. "Let's hope they take a busted up truck as entry fee." Just as he said that a girl that just signed up walked past us, staring at 10k. He stared right back, turning as he watched her leave. My stomach churned in jealousy but I played it off and lightly pushed him forward since the line moved.