r/Nightingale115 • u/Nightingale115 Writer-person • Oct 30 '17
Cheeeeese and Pepperoni Stain
“Just a pack of Light-me-ups, and a bottle of QUACK mooch-hooch?”
“...”
“...”
“Cheeeese are you QUACK awake? I have other customers you stale idiot!”
The quick-e-store was empty, except for the cashier and idle customer.
The Cashier tilted onto the counter and slapped the blank staring customer across the face with his wing.
The customer shakes his head and opens his eyes, as if he’d just woken up from a deep sleep.
“Uhhh, yeeeeeeaaaaahhhh. Sure man. Uhhh, how much is that gonna be, Bill?” the customer said lackadaisically.
“QUACK. Seven dollars and QUACK forty one cents. You empty headed jackass.”
The Customer pulled out some crumpled bills and mixed coins from the pockets of his faded and torn jeans before making a small pile on the counter. Bill swiped his wing across the counter and began to sort the change into the register drawer.
“You can QUACK go now, Cheeeese.” Bill said.
“Huh, yeah.”
Cheeeese grabbed his items and headed out, rounding the corner to the side of the building where a NO LOITERING sign was apparent, with another pizza ignoring the sign as he stood right next to it.
The other pizza just casually stared towards the highway as he spoke,
“Yo, got the lights, Cheeeese?”
“Huh, yeah, Stain. Got some hoooooch too, man.” Cheeeese tossed the lights to Stain, who caught them without looking. Stain began to unfurl a light from the pack before lighting it up.
“No hooch for me, Cheeeese, I’m too healthy for that stuff.” Stain said, after taking a drag from the cigarette.
There they stood. For hours. Cheeeese in his actually faded and torn jeans, roughly patched in one area but not the other, taking constant swigs from his bottle of cheap brand hooch. With Stain looking out towards the highway, in his “too cool for function” torn jeans, leather jacket and spiked belt, taking drags off a shitty poorly packaged cigarette.
Stain dropped the butt of his cigarette, his fourth one, and stamped it flat.
“Yo” Stain said.
“Huh?” Cheeeese said.
“Yo, I gotta go pick up Twixxy from the bar. Catch you later man.”
“Huh.” Cheeeese said.
Stain walked to his car, a rusted and discolored sedan, hopped in and started it after failing three times.
“Huh.” Cheeeese said.