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Written by Rebel Scum
Written by Rebel Scum
Lord Raptor sits alone at the bar, looking out among the other empty seats while smoking a cigarette. The sound of rain pouring seeps gently into the bar as the jukebox plays a soft jazz tune throughout the diner. Skeet stands on the other side, shining glasses and generally cleaning up the place.
Uh- this a non-smoking establishment, dude.
Lord Raptor slowly turns to Skeet before laughing.
Eh, who the 'ell's gonna stop me? You?
Skeet prepares to say something before meeting Lord Raptor’s menacing gaze.
They don't pay me enough for this...
Skeet sighs and goes back to shining glasses.
I suggest you do what the man says. You don’t want to break the law, now would you?
Lord Raptor scans the room immediately to identify the source of the voice only to reveal the face of Over Justice.
The ‘ell? What're you, a cop?
Why, yes, that’s exactly what I am! Space Patrol General Manager of Over Justice, to be exact.
Lord Raptor lets out a cough and another laugh before placing his cigarette back in his mouth.
Oh yeah? Go on then, arrest me mate! I’d like to see you try.
Not in my jurisdiction. At least, not for now.
Over Justice sits next to Lord Raptor and orders a cup of black coffee. Skeet slides him a mug before going back to his upkeep.
The fuck- why even call yourself a pig then? ‘Fraid ya gonna piss off your ‘igher-ups? Typical kiss-ass...
Over Justice takes a sip from his coffee before answering.
Not at all, I’m pretty much the boss around my parts. Bringing low-lifes like you in is part of my daily routine!
Lord Raptor looks visibly annoyed at Over Justice’s answer and gets up from his seat before puffing a cloud.
Then why the ‘ell not?! I’m sittin’ ‘ere clearly huffin' and puffin' clouds without givin’ a damn about the rules, and yet here you are on your ass not doin’ a damn thing about it! Some shitty cop you are, mate!
Over Justice shakes his head.
These aren’t "my parts", citizen! As long as I’m stuck in this strange place, I have no legal power here, and therefore I must obey their laws. Fighting you here and now is strictly against the rules, and I’m not going to go out of my way to break them simply because you’re blowing gas. If you’re looking for a fight, go elsewhere. But if you dare hurt anyone of these contestants without consent, I will be there to bring you down!
Lord Raptor scoffs and sits back down before ordering a glass of whiskey.
Tch, bloody goody-two-shoes like you with a stick up their asses are always such a buzzkill. When're ya gonna lighten up in your life and have some fun? I know I did back when I was still livin’, and I’m sure as ‘ell ain't gonna stop now!
I’ll lighten up when I’m dead, or when every single criminal is behind bars…
Lord Raptor lets out another laugh.
Now that’s some dedication, mate! I kinda respect the grind… Reminds me of back when I was startin’ up my music career. All I cared about was how many fans I could get with every gig...
I didn’t know you had the capability to respect anything in the first place. If you have any respect at all, you would put the cigarette away.
Over Justice points over towards Skeet.
In a way, this man is like us both before we had reached our status. Still just trying to get by and wait for his big chance… You’re hindering that chance by smoking in this diner, citizen!
Lord Raptor looks at him for a second, frowns, and puts out the cigarette.
See, was that so hard?
Bloody 'ell, mate... You owe me a drink for that one!
Of course! A glass of ale for this man, on me!
Lord Raptor reflects on what the hell he just did, and how this stranger got him to do it. He sighs.
Fuck it, bring me the whole bottle...
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