Randal was not comfortable in the bar I'd taken him to. We had to leave Val's because the kind of person I needed for this job was not the kind of person that would hang around a place as high class as Val's (you can only imagine what kind of shit heap we wondered into when I make a statement like that, just imagine the scent of urine and dried blood and your half way there). Randal was definitely the kind of rich person who never even knew what being poor was (as opposed to me, who knows what it is but hates it so I avoid it as best I can). We were in the bar looking for a mercenary, I didn't just pick it out of a hat if that's what you're thinking, I had previously asked around the last time I thought I might need a hired gun and this bar was the one I was told to go to.
"Welcome to the pig and poke what can I get you gentleman." Randal looked at the owner with disdain and I had to stifle a laugh.
"Not here for drinks good man, I'm looking for a woman named Alisa, do you know her?" The owner snorted, like I know he named his bar the pig and poke, didn't mean he had to act like an actual pig.
"Did you step over any bodies on the way in? Then she's not here, and she shouldn't be coming back after the last time." I shrugged and Randal looked all too happy to leave when a gunshot at the entrance took our attention that way. I guess the owner wasn't joking about the bodies, a man stumbled through the doors with his throat blown out and a woman followed shortly after. The dying man turned around to look at her before she pulled the trigger and blew his brains all over the floor (adding that scent and gun powder to the awful aroma present already).
"Pork get me a round and call the police this guy just tried to rob me." Alisa actually sounded decent enough despite her dirty exterior. She was a darker skinned person with red hair, had a facial tattoo over her eye (some kind of tribal nonesense but I couldn't figure it from any of my stuff). Her outfit was the modern tough get up of leather and gun harnesses, she used a single pistol in a shoulder clutch and had shotgun shells across her chest though I didn't see her shotgun (she did have one mind you, just didn't bring it to the bar I guess that would have been too dressy.
"God's damn it Alisa I told you I'm tired of picking up your bodies."
"Well then don't pick it up leave him there as a warning to others, who are the stiffs?" She pointed at me and Randal, Randal of course looked abhored.
"Employers for you apparently."
"These two? My my, day keeps getting better." For her obviously, not for me and Randal as we had to sit in that awful bar for a couple more hours.
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