Post by Aromancer on Jun 22, 2022 17:31:39 GMT -5
Lee tipped back another pint of beer, slamming it down with a defeated posture when it was completely dry. "An-an-another," he called out weakly, body trembling slightly as he let go of the beverage.
"You've had enough, kiddo," the barkeep replied with a weary glare. "Don't forget you gotta stay sharp if you don't want the Reznikovs to get ya."
Lee blew a raspberry at the barkeep. "Screw the Rez'n'kovs! They've sent every two-bit goon they got after me, and I've cut 'em all down! An' they're too CHICKEN-" here he grabbed the mug of the patron next to him and took a swig "-to come g-g-get me themSELVES!"
"Really?" The barkeep raised a disbelieving eyebrow as he replaced the other patron's drink. "Because by my count, you still have that stutter they gave you, don't ya?"
"N-n-n..." Deep breaths, Lee. Focus. "Nooo... I don't." He was speaking with a drunken slur, but the stutter was gone, for a moment. "'t only comes in when I'm not FOCUSED! An' my mind's 'n iron VICE!" He took another swig, draining the mug.
Things were not going well for Lee. He was probably the single strongest person in town, but with the Reznikovs monopolizing the local bounty hunting trade, money was drying up. No collection office would take his bounties for fear of angering the brothers, and the bounties on offer were so pathetic anyways as to be effectively worthless. Lee needed to get out of here, but he wasn't going to do so before showing those brothers who was boss.
Unfortunately, while he'd taken out most of their muscle, the Reznikovs still had eyes everywhere. No matter where Lee looked, he couldn't find them; always, they were somewhere else, somewhere out of his reach. And if he didn't find them soon, he might have to hang up his sword and look for other employment.
"Okay Mr. "Iron Vice," the barkeep said, grabbing up the mugs in front of Lee. "I think you've really had enough now. Why don't you call it a night?"
Lee rolled his eyes and stood up. "Whatever," he replied, staggering towards the door. He grabbed a sheaf of papers on his way out and got back to his current dayjob: plastering them all around town.
WANTED:
Information on the Whereabouts of the Reznikov Brothers
Contact Viper Lee
You Know Who I Am
You Know Where to Find Me
So Help Me if I See You Taking My Posters Down I Will End You
Reward: 200,000 Beli
Seems like somebody had come around and taken all his posters down again. Oh, well. He sighed and began hanging them up in all the usual spots once more.