A Dragged, Drenched Coat

The night was calm—the giant, white moon in the sky lit the city from above. Police vehicles surrounded the Cherrywood Bar in which the massacre took place. The long-coated man was long gone before they arrived. All they found was a bar riddled with bullets and six grey corpses; one of which had a glass brutally lodged in his mouth. The crystal glass contained whiskey with dark red blood mixed in with it.

An officer—who seemed to be in charge—examined the bodies. He knelt on one knee by Pant’s body, then sighed.

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The long-coated man was walking through a graffiti-filled alleyway. Panicky rats ran when they sensed his movement. The liquor from the bar's floor dripped down from his coat. Drenched in it and smelling like it, too.

He heard footsteps coming from behind him. Without any hesitation, he turned around with his pistol drawn. His long coat flailed in the wind.

“Woah, easy there…partner,” a young, male voice said.

The skinny silhouette decided to step out of the shadows. It was a brunette boy with brown eyes who seemed to be around the age of twenty. He wore a white shirt, with a fully unbuttoned blue button-up on top of it. Black trousers—hugged by a leather belt. A pistol was tucked in his trousers at the right hip.

He had a cocky smile on his face as he approached the man closer.

“There even any bullets in that thing? You'll get yourself killed walking around with an empty gun,” the boy remarked.

The man held his stance for a while longer before finally lowering his weapon.

“...” The man did not look amused. “...Six is all I need,” the man said as he holstered the revolver. “And I ain't your partner, kid. Quit pestering me, and be on your way.”

The boys smirked at him.

“Those six bullets made quite the commotion. Cops all over Cherrywood Bar,” he said. “A bit reckless, if you ask me, but” —the boy coughed at the stench of liquor coming from the man— “Well…you smell like shit, too… Was it all worth it, at least?”

The man kept his expression the same.

“That is none of your business. I also didn't ask for your assessment…” said the man as he turned away from him. “Quit following me.” He started to walk away from the boy.

“Come on. You need someone to watch your back. And who better than yours truly,” the boy called out, but the man kept on walking.

“Find someone else.”

The boy scoffed at that, "Fine, be like that. I'll be seeing you around anyway…partner,” the boy said last before putting his hands in his pockets and going his own way.

Not likely, thought the man as he carried on throughout the alleyway.