|Vengeance Extra: Lunch Break
Author: Guede Mazaka
As soon as he walked in, they marked him. Careful steps, cane swinging out front...nope, no need to check under those big shades. This one was weak.
Two men flanked him all the way up to the bar where, under the guise of being helpful, they slapped him down into a seat. //Hey, man. You should really try this one//, the one said, winking at the bartender.
Nodding, the barman got out a mug and pissed into it, then slid it across the counter. //Beer.//
"Thank you very much," replied the newcomer. However, he didn't pick up the mug. Just kept smiling an odd little grin, half-amused and half-dangerous. "I really appreciate it."
And then he let fly with the first bullet.
By the time Eva finally leaned back and let El see, everything was over. Bodies on the floor, brains on the wall, flies already zeroing in on the bloodstains. Next to the bar, Sands was calmly wiping off his stick on one of the corpses. "Jesusfuck, El. Isn't there one considerate soul in this entire shit-stack?"
"It's Mexico. What do you think?" El carefully moved Eva from his lap and rebuttoned her shirt. He checked for the whereabouts of Sands' gun, found it as a slight bump in the hang of Sands' jacket, and then he got up. "You know we have to move now."
"Darling, I only do it because I love you." Sands' sickly coo was mostly masked by Eva's fit of coughing. Snickering, he poked her in the side and then dodged back into Els' chest, snuggling beneath El's jacket. His fingers automatically crept for the nearest gun, and when El slapped them away, he bit at El's neck.
Eva wiped a fake tear from her eye. "Walking riot. That's what you are, Sands, and love's nowhere in that equation."
"Of course not. Still fun to fuck with it, though." Sands darted out long enough to match the outline of his grin to Eva's. His hand danced along El's waistband. "Come on. I've had it with this town."