“Depends on what kind of business you’re looking for.”
“You misunderstood, pardner.
It wasn’t a question. — I do
got business ‘round here.”
“You new in town?”
“It ain’t a permanent set up,
but it’s the first I been.
Got business ‘round here.”
“I hear you’re good with weaponizin’
things. — Think you could gimme
a hand to make this more effective?”
”Ain’t you sweet?
Munday, even though this
picture was from Saturday
of NYCC — but, it’s been
a while, and I got to meet
A dark, menacing chuckle filled the humid boiler room. Pipes rattled and steam hissed, the place was in an eerie state of disrepair. The sound of metal screeching against metal filled the nightmare and the culprit of the echoing laughter finally appeared. "Crazy Inez." His head was thrown back and an unnatural, guttural laugh exploded from him. His hand fell to his side, knives protruded from the glove he brandished and glistened in the orange glow. "Come and play."
Sticky sweat glistened against her skin as the heat of the room near suffocated her. Her breaths were sharp, uneven, as she looked around the poorly lit room that she wasn’t sure how she got into. The thought of her bed seemed as if it existed within another world altogether; steam encased her, rather than a tumble of blankets.
Her body felt heavy as she left footsteps to echo behind her in the room. There was a reality to the area that made her headache. The tightness of her fists gathered as she felt the words pressed against her ear; hot from the humidity of the confusing haze.
Something felt wrong in her clenched fists; throughout her poorly clad body that did nothing to help with the warmth she was trapped in.
"You got some nerve callin’ me that—” She called out with narrowed eyes, though the emptiness left her with an unwelcome chill, even in a time when she could have wished for snow.
Inez watched shadows flicker, but couldn’t pinpoint the speaker from the tricks of her mind. She wasn’t so much as curious, but mad — if not just a bit uneasy.
“I ain’t in much a warnin’ mood.”
”Not even warm, pardner.
— New York.”
"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"
“And then some. Where do you operate?
Can I guess?”
”Give it your best shot.”