An indian goes "How."
Face that looks like eyes always down look ahead. Hate that is out of place touches the indians face. "I guess that's how."
It's respect, both sides, just the one with the eyes that have seen the worst in the world and refused it don't have another default.
He looks down. Tries to return himself to a fun guy that can give it. He smiles, doesn't last long but it's enough. The indian smiles back, laughs. Says:
There are two kinds of people: Those short little midget gnomes, and 10 foot pituary giants.
The man that like's Turok laughs too.
Friends for the future.
They sit and don't smoke. Sluts see them and see security that doesn't restrain or do it for pay. They sit near. Introduce themselves with fake names, from fantasy and new without ascoociation. That the definition, even with a dream.
Turok's analogue skips formalities and sweeps a raven witch to his shoulder, taking her to the cave of the toilet.
The other is left. Silent. His role external so long giving it distant what is is a base, solid.
"Hi Liquid Snake"
That.
"Hi"'.
"Can you do that for me?"
He looks around like Macgyver collecting tools from the environment. Looking for options that can come together for a world for her. Takes a bottle. Smashes it, barman is suspicious but curious.
He picks the peices puts them on lights. The bar is green. Eden. More bottles, more colours, red, brown, the barman has had enough. man lights the alchohol, flame. She stares at his eyes through it that suit it.
The barm,an is scared more than he is slighted.
The man looks at the confused, people here for ease feeling chaos. The kind cops contained everywhere else. The kind caused intentionally. To produce solutions.
The man throws money on the floor burning. "{ick it up" they stare horrified, not knowing which is right wanted by the command.
He explains to save an investigation. The world"
"What world?!" Someone chances. Chance to be on side by deferring captaincy to the threat.
Still burning and ignored the flame behind he sets up a projector meant for music videos, and chooses porn
https://www.xvideos.com/video.ohkbktvde0e/paige_turner_is_on_virgin_patrol
His authority is lost.
They go back to their privacy.
The fire still burns, the barman thinks now he can put it out. Nothing to stop him. Nothing stops him. Punches faster than strong. Put down not knocked out. "This is my bar."
"This is MY world."