Playlist/Bingo: John Wayne

The bar was empty. Not unusual for a ghost town, but Randall has still hoped to find a stray bottle or two. The dust on the shelves was as thick as the dirt on his boots, and the cracked mirror was too grimy to reflect anything but smears of colour. Black hat, black coat, back shirt, too pale white face, and he was so fucking sick of monochrome.

“We have to move out,” Jakob call through the broken door.

“What’s the rush?”

“Place to go, things to do, shit to break.”

“Same old, same old.”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting bored.”

Randall turned his back on the blob of his reflection. Jakob was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, smirking. His wide-brimmed hat was too low to seem his eyes, and he was every inch the bad ass Randall had first been captivated by. But that too was more of the same.

“You are.” Jakob frowned. “What the hell?”

“It’s this,” Randall said, swinging his arm to encompass the bar and the two of them. “Every day, the exact same shit, just in new places and maybe with people.”

Jakob rolled his eyes.

“It’s not that,” Randall said, only half lying, and slumped back against the bar. “I just expected things to change more.”

“Well them, cheer up.” Jakob grinned and tapped his hat up enough to show the amusement reached his eyes. “Because we’re going on a meet with the other side.”

“Really?” Randall bounced up to standing, returning the grin. “Where? What for?”

Jakob pushed off the wall and left the bar without another hint. Randall hurried after, the distraction making up for the lack of a drink. No matter how many questions he asked, Jakob wouldn’t give any more details. Still, it was something new, and new was good.



by | Jun 13, 2013

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