At 9:30 am
I reached poddlepops, EDM bass was playing in the background and it was almost like a third-class pub with hordes of mature men who works till their last drop of sweat falls out. There are no corporate guys, no IT industry nerds. I see full-fledged muscular men with zero fat on their skin.
All the place smells of cigarette stench, Sweat, and liquor. I was searching for Jojo and the other mechanic guy I forgot the name of. What do I have to even say when I find them? My eyes were wobbling around the whole hub of thugs.
Out of 4 outlets inside it, I placed my butt in one of them which was selling some flavored alcohol or cocktails or whatever. If I ask what things I can get here, I'll look sus and a newbie and I didn't want to grab any attention cause I already have my foot in the alligator's mouth.
After thinking for about 20.5 seconds I thought of a drink called "gin and tonic" which they mentioned in movies. I said it like I didn't care much, to look more mature.
"Hugh ahhh.ahh.ahh does this looks like fckin cafe or hotel?".
Once again a wild jerk appeared in the wild. How can I deal with this one with no knowledge around here power..... Shit I was exhausted
"Get me whatever this baldie is drinking," I said pointing it in the direction of the old fart staring at me since I took a seat here.
His eyes don't blink I stared for a few seconds and looked away, but still keeping my peripheral vision on the man.
I looked back after 2.00 seconds to see if he was still staring and luckily I was off the radar, now his eyes were lost in something I couldn't figure out if he was looking at Lb's immature Marvel shirt or down at my legs.
I couldn't help but got curious and went to talk to him. Is this a new villain character introduced in my epic story or just an NPC or part of the matrix?
The same drink came as the baldies. Full violet as if they mixed ball pen ink and alcohol. I grabbed it and went straight to the seat right in front of him.
"You can have some of it if you want sir".
"Clear the sight in front of me moron !". He yelled making the typical aggressive face that old farts make.
"Yo Chill I was just being nice". I said
" I don't want any blots and pots and shit."
What is he throwing up? I thought maybe he was drunk.
But then as I was about to go, my mind clicked. The fuck he's thinking I'm a corny ass dealer selling narcotics.
"Hey old man, I know I look worse than Jesse Pinkman but I'm not what you're thinkin'"...
I doubt he will understand breaking bad references.
"Anyways it's my first time making an entry in this godamamm landfill of rats and roaches," I said
"Whedyuwaaan?".
That's the most horrible accent I've ever heard.
I couldn't control...
"Hehehee- eeehhh eeehhh eh- hehhehehehe -eee hhehhe".
I always leave a hefty laugh like a hyena.
He made an awkward lopsided smiley face and a rage expression on his eyebrow gaps.
I sipped the drink and it wasn't bad as I was expecting. It had a gingery, spice, and beetroot essence.
"It's pretty good, you know I ordered it because I saw you drinking it."
"Here You can have some". I poured his glass about a quarter."
"So you just chill here after like to spend your retirement days".?
Why the hell did I say that I don't even know him, what If he's a kidney stealer?
He did not speak for a long time and continued to avoid looking at me.
"You know you look like that house owner character in movies who keeps threatening the hero to pay rent or leave the house," I said
Hehehe I grinned... again...
He was again focused on something else which I can't locate.
"My new friends were talking about this place and I heard them and I too came here".
"Hmmph"
He finally gave a silent chuckle.
And picked up the glass which I filled.
"I don't know what are your motives behind me, there's nothing to gain here and there nothing was.." he said
"It isn't always about gaining something and you don't always have to find a purpose to live".
It's the alcohol shooting words from my throat... It's dizziness...
I don't even know what percentage of alcohol was mixed in the drink.. it was a bad idea to order it...
I seemed like I have control of everything else except my own body.
"An outcast killing time by attempting to socialize".
He said while chuckling.
"How did you know I'm an outcast? You seem a pretty old player but your instincts are sick....."
It looks like My mouth grew a whole brain for itself.
"My name is Reggie rock, I have no job, no home, no family n' friends, and I threatened a man that made him shit in his pants."
Wtf I said too much! Too damn much...
He kept quiet and was observing me with blank expressions.
"That's all the talk I have to offer."
And I left just by saying that... And can't figure out exactly how many minutes I seated with him.
I paid the bill at the counter and it was just two and a half dollars that's so much more economical for me to come here and get drunk.
Just as I was about to leave the hub, a hand grabbed my shoulder from the back and my instincts reacted by quickly turning and preparing a blow.
But it was Jojo and the mechanic guy, he jerked and moved slightly backward which was hilarious.
"Wiran just wants to see you.." said Jojo.