3 a.m. in the mornin’ and pouring for over half an hour. Yet, the whipping icy drops didn’t seem to bother her. She was standing still, occluded in the shadows of the back alley, with her eyes fixed on the entrance of the club across the street - Monster Club - another casualty of the pandemic. This place used to crawl with people at this time of night and now, only 6 in over an hour! Oh, well, it remains a mystery why all the fuss about it in the first place: a hollow-communist two stories building, with creepy old windows from Ceașcă’s1 times! The yellowish dim light of the street and the flickering broken neon sign above the entrance only added to the phantomatic atmosphere.
A cold shiver made her hop from one foot to the other. Good thing the boots helped making the waiting more comfortable. Good old army boots! They never failed her! It was surprisingly warm for February, though. Instead of snowing, it was raining… Seemed like nature wasn’t following any patterns anymore. It probably got tired of accommodating us, stupid animals. These arrogant and selfish people, who act like they rule the world. Ha! Fools! They deserve everything they get! And everything that’s coming.
‘For every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction’ – Newton’s third law of Physics.
That’s why nothing goes unpunished in this world. The universe never fails to collect debt. And it accepts all kinds of currencies. The problem is it doesn’t always collect on time. Sometimes, not even in the same lifetime. That’s why people think they can get away without paying their debts. And then, later on, when it finally catches up, they don’t even know what they are paying for. So, they immediately assume that they are being wronged. That’s when you’ll hear them crying and whining: “Why, God, why?! Why is this happening to me?!!”
Well, this isn’t right! Bastards need to pay asap, and they need to know what they are paying for!
The club door opened, and a white neon light stroked her retina. Still, it wasn’t the flash of light that made her squint her eyes. It was the black silhouette that broke the light.
“Right about time!” she whispered in cold thinking when the man stepped outside. She slid behind the wall, never losing his sight. The stylish young man stopped under the entrance shelter for a second, staring into the void.
“Ah, so annoying! What a sh!tty rain!”
He, then, quickly covered his head with his palm and rushed into the dark alley that was heading to the parking lot, behind the club. By the time he reached halfway, his designer white fur coat was already looking like a poor soaked dog.
“I bet you wished you had worn the normal pants instead, and a warm pair of boots,” she thought while observing his empty ankles and the ridiculous expensive white shoes!
“And that gold chain around your waist must be keeping you warm right now,” continued the line of thoughts while following him like a shadow, as he was walking in zigzag all over the empty street.
“You’re all covered, I guess, with your levels of drugs and alcohol, you can even go for a swim.”
He entered the parking lot, unlocked the car that was side parked all the way in the back, and caught up speed as he was getting closer.
“Hmm, I’ve always wanted to test-drive one of these...”
Finally, he got to the car and was reaching for the handle.
“Looks like tonight’s my lucky night...”
With a sharp sprint, she reached behind him and crushed his left knee with the rock-hard sole of her boot, making him kneel on the wet asphalt. A wild scream suddenly broke the comforting silence from around. Before he knew what hit him, she grabbed his sticky hair and smashed his forehead into the window with such force that it made the window crack! Along with his head…
“Pay Day!” she announced, and a satisfied smirk appeared under the mask at the sight of the long body slimming like an overcooked noodle on the ground.
“You better have Full Casco!”
She dragged him up and threw his ass in the backseat, then jumped behind the wheel.
“One thing’s for sure: you scumbag thugs have an eye for the fanciest rides,” and drove off in the black studhorse bolide.
End of Scene
Notes:
1. 3 a.m. in the mornin’ – This is actually a reference to one of my favorite songs by Eminem : ) I’ll leave it to you to discover it. Also, this is not the only song I referenced. I’m curious to see if you will find the other ones. You can leave me comments about it.
2. Ceașcă - This is a nickname we, Romanians, use when we refer to our last communist leader from the 80’s. It literally means “cup”, but we just use it because his last name (Ceaușescu) begins with the same letters, and since it’s quite long and hard to pronounce in its integrity, and it brings up certain feelings, we just shortened it like that.
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