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"Look pal, I think you had enough."
"Ill tell you when Ive, had......Umm......enough!"
"I said you had enough, and Im saying you aint getting anouther drop on my watch!"

The bartender and drunk persued on the 'intelectualy' banter. Smoke filled the air, and the cold, banal whores made there way from table to table, trying to 'make rent.'

"Hey, big fella. Wanna go and have some fun?"
"..."
"Hey, hansom, you alright? You aint moving."
"... Please, just leave me be."
"Well, fine. Be that way. You aint my type anyway."

She walked away from the man as he sat up from the table, and checked the time.

"Ive been here a evening." he thought to himself. "I better find a room somewhere."

He walked up to the barkeep.

"Do you of a place to rest?"
"Yeah, there is a place right above here. Its only six dollars a night. I would say thats pretty reasonable."
"I would rather not." said the man, as he looked at the questionable patriarch in the area. "I like clean sheets, if you know what I mean."
"I completely understand. There is a more....'respectable' motel about a block away from here. Tell them that Ronald sent you. They will give you a fair price." said the barkeep as he pointed to the north.
"Thanks." said the man as he slank tward the door.
"Heh, that tired?"
"No, just a load."
The barkeep staired at him for a min, and brushed it off like nothing. He has seen weirder stuff just this night, much more overall.

He made his way to the buisy New Orland streets. It was midnight, and it was Martigra.
"There are too many people." he thought to himself as the people bumped into him.

He desided to take an allyway to the said motel to avoid the people that annoy him.

From down the ebony shadow allyway, a scream breaks the silence.
He looks back at the crowd to desipher if this was serious, but oddly enough the people didnt seem to notice. Like they was in a completely different place. He looked down the way, and saw nothing. He mustered up the strength and ran down the path.

"No! Dont! Please!"
It was the whore from before.

"Hey, b***h! Settle dow......." he stopped mid sentence by a black glove from man in red and black.

"You, get behind me." She got up, pulled up her skirt and purse, and walked behind the man.
"I wont tollerate this kind of behaveior."

The rapeist found his ground, and looked up. It was the drunk before, but his speech improved.
"Hey, dont be such a buzz kill you mother ********! Im going to ******** kill you!" He pulled out a knife.
"Know what this is, d**k?!" He lunged for the man in black, but as soon as it came into reach, he grabed the knife, and turned it into the mans throat. He fell and slid from the momentum. Gasping for air around the blade, he looked at the man, and slowly accepted that death was inevetable.
The man in black walked over to him, and said "Curticey of Arson, the finalizer."