Running helped in a lot of ways. It kept his weight in check, rushed in the energy and for some emergency situations like this, it helped escape the fat millionaires. He knew he ran a long way enough to cover his trails, but to top that he was rewarded with an ongoing party between which he ensured mixing into.
With the amount of girls populating more than the guys, he fathomed it to be a popular boy's party. That was until he searched for a drink and found none. "What sort of party is this? C'mon man, you can't show me a piece of meat only to take it away, aye?" He spoke looking up as if someone was waiting to hear him converse.
At least there was actual meat. Walking and eating was a good exercise, especially when keeping a watch around. That brought him straight to a cellar stuffed with the items exactly he was looking for.
"Ah, my sweet loves. Where have you been?" Within no time, he opened the costliest looking brandy from behind a stack, as if purposely hidden from sight. "The owner is sure too picky and very tasty!" Being habituated of moving around while eating and drinking, he left with the nice bottle, the steps leading down. The liquid must have spilled on an open circuit as the light collapsed.
"Shite." The incidents occurring post drinks include kissing and making out or vomiting even, however did he end up in a confined dark store room was beyond his career's capacity.
"Papa?"
A kid? Oh gosh no. He planted himself against the nearest wall which would hide his body effectively. Damn him to get into a kid's party. Stealing a brandy from a kiddo's home made him guilty but the taste told otherwise.
The girl entered inside with a phone torch, he crouched down to escape appearance. It was doing all fine as she went away from the door, but he had to make noise.
Drinking on empty stomach causes double the drunkenness, knowing the fact his side drifted to the nearest crate, leading all the other linked ones to crumble.
He cursed aloud yet managed not being caught, waiting for few seconds he heard if the girl was coming after him. It was not possible to explain how, but in the midst of all sources of noise, his ears picked on her gasps. A sudden one at first, then a slow one. He waited a bit more to hear another one but it never arrived.
Rather, there were footsteps. Not from inside but towards inside. He rounded the house and led himself out.
First, the break up with his latest ex; secondly, the ex's father calling cops on him. Third and most embarrassing was being turned on from a kid's gasp!
"Way to go to hell is not too far Rob!" Licking the last drops of the bottle, he placed it upright on the side of road, kissing the tasty treat goodbye.
He was surely missing out on sex since he was fantasizing it with a young kid. And that, wounded his pride. Then on, it was easy for him returning to his shelter, a place located far, far away from the confines of his girlfriends and human beings.
It was meaningless to listen but he knew the girlfriends never remained human after meeting him.
The next morning he woke up drowsily to the harsh sun which somehow always managed to enter the deepest windows, punishing him no sleep. His hand pulled the hoodie cap on eyes, sliding down on his chest.
Rob expected the familiar bump on his chest, twitching his lips he reached his neck for the chain, but however far he went, there was not another metal on his body other than the zip chain which was down the waist of course.
Escaping the funnier part, he woke up for real, looking around frantically. It was up to no good even after he checked the canals of bathtub. He thought of doing the same for the toilet but making a face, he reassured himself that it would never go down... that.
"Seriously? Do you think me of a plumber? I don't know a clue of a screw!" He made his watchman buddy, Mukh come over. Not that he was a threat, but he cleaned and watched guard around the busy highway he was located near.
"If you find me the chain, 500 bucks for you."
"Don't think me of a fool anymore Robber. You want me to take trouble of going down the shithole and get nothing."
"Of course, I'll give you. Only if you find me the chain." He haughtily vowed,
"Take your promises and flush them right in there. I won't do any shit."
"Remember the time you took a very big bribe from that innocent rich old woman? I know her residence. You know it too, since I told you," Rob smiled at the conman who posed as traffic policeman couple of times in the middle of impossible places. "I have a recording too." Rob added.
Mushing up his mustache, the short, stout Mukh gritted only one word. "Tools."
"You are a bane for any living person on Earth. I must have done something really good for you to lose that precious rock. Good for me, bad for you!"
"Must I remind you who is situated down the shithole at the moment? I can add some from the dog that shits on your mat daily." Sound from Mukh quietened to short curses which always created different ways to send him hell.
Searching for afterlife place was the last thing on his mind since he was remembering the events of last night.
Break up. Run. A party. Brandy. He smiled at that. Continuing, nothing important came to his mind. Except the sound of a girl.
Running down his history, he knew there were a heap of girls. Scanning every particular place for Mom's rock was going to be way too tiring. More tiring than running twenty miles, yeah.
Rob was moving right and left in his wheeled arm chair, when he turned 180 degree to find stinking Mukh damaging his floor. "Hey! Get back, back in the bathroom!"
"Please. I searched all till my hand went in the hole, there is nothing other than slimy things..."
Rob made a grunting sound, "Stop! Go now. Go!" He covered his nose with the hoodie.
"My 500?" Mukh's mustache poured a drop of the slimy sweat and lick from the place he came.
"Ugh! Here! I have this much for now. Get out!" Throwing the bills on the floor which were hurriedly grabbed by Mukh. Rob wanted him gone already, regretting his decision to do this nasty work. That too, in his own home.
Maybe, he'll have to forget his chain. He wanted to, but the stubborn thing went through with him for twenty five years. The mind eroded its value but his heart begged to try again.