Below,
the beginnings of a graveyard for the bodies was being laid. Soon
families would be arriving to attempt to find their relatives, and none
of them would take it kindly if their loved ones had been dumped into
mass graves. Some would never get an answer, but most would find
confirmation of their worst fears when they spoke to the Adepts who
buried the dead. A lucky few would find their loved ones back at home,
fled from the battlefield.
A Good Night
“So I’m in town for just a little while, but my dad and I
figured while we’re here, heh, let’s have some fun you know?”
“Uh huh,” I say, eating some wings at the bar. It’s close to
midnight, and they stopped serving food about thirty minutes ago. I haven’t
been able to completely enjoy them though.
“See, it’s my dad’s birthday, so I figure we should do
something special this week. We’ll be hitting all the top spots, but for right
now, I’m trying to decide whether or not I want to give a call to this girl or
not.”
Trying to eat my wings is more what I mean. The gentleman
beside me is a tourist in our town, and our town gets the tourists often. This
is a local bar, and despite the cheep food, mediocre to decent service and
heavy smell of cigarette smoke, this place has the best wings for miles. And I
like them spicy.
With a hint of alcohol, this guy’s breath is all over my
face. He’s slightly drunk, but really he just won’t, stop, talking! He keeps
going on and on about how his life is and was as a kid, because he thinks I am.
I’m twenty one and he’s twenty four, and he’s giving me “advice”. Though he has
a girlfriend back home, Boston, he’s going to hit on this one girl who’s given
him her phone number. His father is up at the hotel, he’s told me, so for the
rest of the night, he’s got nothing else to do.
Being honest, I’m not the kind of guy to get into the
personal affairs of others, but this guy is really bugging me.
“So I say, ‘Yeah sure, why not take that job with my best
friend?’, the problem is kid, you never expect your pal to end up stabbing you
in the back, you know? It only lasted a month, and that’s when I learned to
never work with friends. Can’t trust him, can you believe he did that? Guy is a
moron. Remember that kid.”
He only calls me “kid”, and he constantly uses the term, “You
know?”
The whole bar suddenly is in an uproar. The local hockey
team has won the match.
“Yeah!” he’s shouting and hooting with his baseball cap on
and his cigarette being pounded into his ash tray. “What a shot man, what a
shot!”
“That was pretty sweet,” I comment, taking another bite of
my spicy wings.
“Yeah it was. Did I tell you I used to play hockey? I wasn’t
good at it, but I was awight, you know?”
So here goes again on a long story, that I try to take in,
but find that’s so phony… He’s ALWAYS right, and never wrong and he always gets
screwed in the end by family, or friends.
I’ve gotten off work, and only meant to stay here an hour,
which has now turned into two. I really, really want to get home.
“So, what do you think huh?”
I suddenly snap back to the present. “W-what do you mean?” I
ask.
“About the girl, kid, about the girl. I mean, you know as a
guy, I got desires and all. And what happens here, stays here, you know? So you
think I should call her back, or you think she’s got some boyfriend or somethin?”
“Look, to be honest man, I dunno what you should do. But you
were just talking about how your friends screwed you over on that job, and that
party and such. Are you really gonna do that with your girlfriend yourself?”
He got offended. But I got him to leave, after I get a
couple of speeches about how I don’t get it, and that situation was different
and such, he leaves moving chairs toward the other part of the bar, where some
other late night drinkers are yelling and talking it all up.
Sighing in relief, I go back to my wings and ask the
bartender for a refill.
It’s about ten minutes later, when the whole bar goes quiet.
I glance around, trying to figure out what’s happened. Then the whole place
goes crazy with laughter and shouts of praise and shouts of anger.
The guy I was talking to is on the floor, with some guy over
him, fist out and all. There’s a big red mark on my companion’s cheek. I stare
for a long moment, and know he had it coming. When he wakes up, he’ll be seeing
stars.
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