Shade rolled up his tarp, collected his money and said his goodbyes and walked out of the bar with his cash in pocket. He sat in his car.
I got fuc-en jipped.
Shade went out for Chinese, playing ICP in his radio and sang along, along the way...
Think i have a problem and i probably could use help You know the midnight killer that's been all over tv I'm not totally sure but i think it could be me Something happens to me when i'm sleeping in the night Wake up in my backyard with a shovel and a knife Filling up a hole again i've dug up 32 I know all my dreams of murder probably all are true
Shade stopped singing for a moment and said to no one.
Shade only took 2 slip of his drink when Don comes in. It seems the human, yet again, have spend a few days without taking a shower or even sleep, judging by the prominent bags under his eyes. by despite looking like drek, he moved very quickly, his left arm giving out a little twitch here and there. "HeyChuckhowgoes? Manyoulookbeatforsomeonewhojustspendhalfadaysleeping." Don sat down in front of the Mage. Judging by his rapid speech, he was on speed again, He still can't handle the real world it seems.. "SoIgotwhatyouasked, didyoubringcreds? SaymindbuyingmesomethingtodrinkI'mabitthirstyhere."
"Overworked? Stressed? Against impossible odds? Well Imperial Tobacco, a sub-division of Ares, have the solutions for you! Introducing Miner Green's Cigarettes! Now in Menthol Flavour!"
Don, breathe between words man. Sounds like your on some good stuff though.
Don grined and slowed down. Sorry chuck been a long week.
Shade ordered him a coffee. And stop calling me chuck.
I keep forgetting, I got your new stick and the info you wanted. You got my creds chum?
What's my grand total?
4G's for the ID and another for the plate and info chuc-..-ummer.
Shade took the new stick sent his funds to it and left 5 on the old one since he knew Don could make it vanish into his own funds effortlessly. Shade pulled the info across the table and looked ai it.
Shade? Hm? What is it you want with this guy?
Shade looked at Don over his mirrored sunglass's it was his classic look of death although shade wasn't aware of it. Sure you wanna know? Never mind. Don gulped, after all he didn't fully know what the mage was fully capable of and he didn't want to find out first hand.
Good work Don and lay off that shit man it'll eat holes in your brain.... what's left of it.
Godda rep to maintain man, keeps me on the edge.
Yes well make sure you don't go flying over that edge. Shade called over shoulder as he left sipping on his coffee.
Shade drove home with the radio playing in the background. When he finally got home he sat down and read the papers on Mr. Rice slowly and completely. Too bad for you Mr. Rice I never forget anything I read.
Shade thought for a moment. I want to play a game Mr. Rice.