01-28-2018, 10:05 PM
Mik frowned, trying to figure out was was up with the chick. Like she was having trouble knowing what was going on. One moment she seemed all ready to lash out when he reached for something and the next was gushing with thanks.
He shook his head. Yeah. The sad kind of joke. All the fun seemed to run away from him, enough that he sorta regretted helping. Well, not really. He was a dick but not that big of a dick. Was not, anyway, he thought with a smile.
Ah well. Part of the hero game. Take out some chumps. Help the girl. Maybe get a kiss at the end. As he helped get the rest of the stuff, he noticed. She might have been pretty one time. If you looked, you could see the signs. All hidden tho. Lot of it was clothes and mood and the crazy in her eyes.
Nah. He didn't need a kiss. She let him have some fun. One last hooray before he was gonna leave. So it was worth it.
Her building was your typical shithole. I mean real piece of work. Trash in hallways, including junkie needles and rubber bands and shit. Any kids'd need to be careful in here. Loud voices or tvs as they passed doors added to atmosphere.
Real homey like. His place wasn't any better. Not that he couldn't afford more now. His work was steady and he took on more dangerous jobs since he'd been channeling. Moving was in the cards, for sure. Just hadn't gotten around to it.
Anyway, she fumbled for keya while he stood there holding her bag and looking around. Prolly looked like a goddam boyscout. Please can I walk you across the street grandma? Ya, cookies and milk sounds good.
Actually, cookies and milk did sound good. Once they got inside- if she ever figured out the right key- he'd ask.
Inside wasn't a lot better. Had a musty smell and everything had a boarded up feel. The windows and curtains were closed tight. Yeah it was still only spring, but it was warm enough to let in the fresh air at least.
Anyway, he put the stuff on her table. She murmured thanks....and then just sat. Tired, he guessed. He sat at the table and looked at her, head tilted. "Look, you got anyone coming?"
He wasn't sure if she heard him. From the looks of the place, if someone else lived there, they were as bad off as her.
Well, wasn't his problem. Not like he knew where stuff went anyway. He got up and then paused. She did have some frozen meat. That at least was obvious. Suck to let that sit there.
He grabbed the bag and shoved what he found in the freezer.
He shook his head. Yeah. The sad kind of joke. All the fun seemed to run away from him, enough that he sorta regretted helping. Well, not really. He was a dick but not that big of a dick. Was not, anyway, he thought with a smile.
Ah well. Part of the hero game. Take out some chumps. Help the girl. Maybe get a kiss at the end. As he helped get the rest of the stuff, he noticed. She might have been pretty one time. If you looked, you could see the signs. All hidden tho. Lot of it was clothes and mood and the crazy in her eyes.
Nah. He didn't need a kiss. She let him have some fun. One last hooray before he was gonna leave. So it was worth it.
Her building was your typical shithole. I mean real piece of work. Trash in hallways, including junkie needles and rubber bands and shit. Any kids'd need to be careful in here. Loud voices or tvs as they passed doors added to atmosphere.
Real homey like. His place wasn't any better. Not that he couldn't afford more now. His work was steady and he took on more dangerous jobs since he'd been channeling. Moving was in the cards, for sure. Just hadn't gotten around to it.
Anyway, she fumbled for keya while he stood there holding her bag and looking around. Prolly looked like a goddam boyscout. Please can I walk you across the street grandma? Ya, cookies and milk sounds good.
Actually, cookies and milk did sound good. Once they got inside- if she ever figured out the right key- he'd ask.
Inside wasn't a lot better. Had a musty smell and everything had a boarded up feel. The windows and curtains were closed tight. Yeah it was still only spring, but it was warm enough to let in the fresh air at least.
Anyway, he put the stuff on her table. She murmured thanks....and then just sat. Tired, he guessed. He sat at the table and looked at her, head tilted. "Look, you got anyone coming?"
He wasn't sure if she heard him. From the looks of the place, if someone else lived there, they were as bad off as her.
Well, wasn't his problem. Not like he knew where stuff went anyway. He got up and then paused. She did have some frozen meat. That at least was obvious. Suck to let that sit there.
He grabbed the bag and shoved what he found in the freezer.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods