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A crack rang out. Glass shattered, had someone dropped their glass? People these days couldn't keep shit in their hands it seemed. Everyone else was a light weight.
Except, there was also metal being torn. Another crack, except this one was followed by the crunch of wood being smashed. Splintered by the sheer force, or by something heavy and hard.
He knew these sounds, so familer yet, still couldn't grasp on what they meant.
With his head feeling like it was grinding against hard stone and soaked in gasoline. He opened his optics to see the thick darkness. Not a flicker of photon readings. Photon, such a fancy way to say light. Screw those eggs heads and their massive egos. Just invent a way to get drunk and recover enough to do it all over again the next day.
Sounds like a fight you drunkard asshat. A slaughter at that. We used to be good for that in the past. Now all your good for is drinking up that sweet sweet nothingness. Though, your not good for that either.
The first bartender laughed with an ugly voice. It made me want to drive my fingers in his gut.
You're welcome to try cock sucker. Though that's a tad impossible with me dead now init mate?
Coming eventually, Oilletting