Pushing the damp wooden door with his fingertips, he took a step inwards and walked over the creaking planks to sit in the bar section on the left side of the space. Holding his cane perpendicular to the ground, he put his left hand on it.
"A whiskey to me. Let it be in the lemon."
The bartender prepared the drink and put it in front of Nox."What is the source of the never-ending money, Vollard?"
Nox took a sip of his drink and looked over his glasses at the young woman, who had a big-breasted, seventy-tall muscular body. "A man always has enough money in his pocket for a drink."
While the crowd behind him was entertained by profanity and slang jokes, a young girl caught Nox's attention. Wearing a short pair of black shorts underneath and a shabby, white T-shirt on top, the girl sat down at the piano.And after throwing her black hair that stretched all the way to her waist behind her shoulder, she straightened her claws.
"What happened? Are you interested in women?"
Nox took another sip of his drink. With a deep sigh, as he placed the glass on the counter, he said, "No. "As if just a piano doesn't look so absurd here, it's also a young pianist... Are you a secret Mozart or Beethoven fan or something?"
"I like to try new things."
Nox admitted, "I understand. But should you collect those breasts? The décolleté has gone down too much. I see her black bra."
The woman straightened her back and straightened the collar of the torn and worn T-shirt she was wearing."There's no one brave enough except you to look at these, Vollard." Nox took another sip without saying anything. And the pianist pressed the Do note five times.
"Never mind the décolleté or something, let's come to our main topic. That woman... what happened did you kill?"
As Nox looked into the woman's eyes, he pulled his right hand down the chin of the lion-headed motif on his cane's head and turned the cane clockwise. "She's dead, don't worry. You let us know about the drug.I hope they know what will happen if the wage is delayed."
The woman had a small but sweet smile on her face. Throwing his hand under the counter, he pulled out a note and handed it to his client. At this time, the pianist was making his work speak by skillfully pressing the notes.
"You're always going to get it from where you got it. But..." he pressed the note with the tip of his black fingernail. "If you say that name, you can win a movie ticket."
Nox looked at the note and then at the young woman." Daynamo. As always, you have strong connections.Do you want to tell me who they are?"
"Why? To cut the human population in half? No, no, no. The day I tell you this will be the day I die, Vollard."
The pianist finished his work, and Nox pulled his right hand off the cane and covered the lion's mouth with his little finger just before reaching for the note on the counter. He then put the note in the inner pocket of his jacket and grabbed it by the middle of his cane and stood up.By this time, the lion's head had already reached its former position.
"Then..." he straightened his hat and devoured his drink in one fell swoop."Take care of yourself, Miss Daynamo, who is as special as her name."
"See you at Embroise Vollard." Nox turned around and grabbed the handle of the door, and just before he opened the door, a familiar female voice from behind said, "Take care of yourself. Names that would never die are dying these days."
Nox turned his body ninety degrees to the left and turned his head towards the woman.He then straightened the tip of his hat with his index and middle finger.
"Don't worry, madam. It's not time yet." he turned his face back to the door and opened it as he brought his middle finger and glasses closer to his eye. And a repulsive force exploding in her chest threw her body at her.
Daynamo caught his oncoming customer in the air and dropped him behind the counter. As Nox fell to the ground on his back, he immediately straightened up with a slight groan and rested his back against the back of the counter. A ninety-something-tall man with biceps the size of a human head, officer's shaving hair and a military uniform on him walked in with large, black boots.He had a pump with a slide from the bottom in his hand. And he made the slider back and forth once. As the empty cartridge fell from the side, the next bullet came into the muzzle of the barrel. And as he moved slowly towards the counter, he fired another shot.Nox shuddered his body towards the back in a sudden startle and began to crawl with his cane to the other end of the counter.
The stranger again pulled the bolt and let go, and the new bullet came into the mouth of the gun.
"Hey! son of a bitch." he heard a sound contaminated with alcohol and cigarettes. And he turned around.Dozens of barrels were also facing the bullet that would enter his forehead.
"Don't you know that it is forbidden to damage Daynamo's place?Fuck it!"
When the stranger searched for the owner of the dirty voice in the crowd at first, he realized that he was an alcoholic man of short stature, with a black beard that extended to his waist and had a disgraceful appearance. And he fixed his gaze on that man. But there was not the slightest softening in the man's demeanor.
"You can't damage the property here. See what you're doing outside. Or I'll your mother."
After looking at the crowd for a while, the stranger took the shotgun in his right hand and put his left hand on the counter and went to the other side. But there was no one except Daynamo. He immediately headed towards the door at the back of the counter and turned the handle on the door.
Just before Daynamo opened the door to the stranger, he shouted, "Hey! It's a toilet. It's not going to be there," he said. And the stranger burst in as he opened the door.
"Boring..."
The sound of the gun's explosion echoed in the toilet and people's ears rang when the sound came out.Nox pulled his legs back and fell down the ceiling.
"It works."
He cleaned the soles of his shoes by rubbing them into the stranger's corpse, and with the gun in his hand, he left the toilet and then out of the bar.
And that day people saw two faces of Nox who were rude enough to leave a corpse in the toilet but gentleman enough to close the door behind him before leaving the bar.
TO BE CONTINUED...