07-04-2019, 10:27 PM
So Night Follows Day Pt. 08
"Grampa pissed his pants again,
he don't give a damn.
Brother Billy has both guns drawn,
he ain't been right since Viet-Nam.
'Sweet Home Alabama,'
play that dead band's song.
Turn those speakers up full-blast,
play it all night long."
-Warren Zevon "Play It All Night Long"
A potted plant came sailing down the hallway, smashing on the floor of the Greens' living room. Troy Equals slipped the shoes he'd started to remove back on and hurried down the hall, toward the shouting. If the foliage was suffering, it meant that most of the rest of the breakables in the room had already been eliminated.
The Ultimados were trying to drown out their fight with the sound system they'd hooked up outside, so that any complaints from neighbors would be about that, rather than the sounds of the inside of the house being destroyed. Mander had set up the playlist earlier in the afternoon, and whatever had gone on down the hall had been done to the tune of The Beatles' Penny Lane. That song had since ended, and Troy was now surveying the damage to the opening guitar of The Who's 5:15.
"She's a MOTHERFUCKING CIVILIAN, HELENA!" Julie shouted from the dining room. "What is she going to do to the FUCKING TRIADS? YOGA them to death?"
Helen must have found something that wasn't broken already, because something shattered with each pause in her reply.
"She's a FUCKING... GROWN... WOMAN! And since you want to bring ranks and such into this, Army Brat First Class, she's also a fucking citizen of San Finzione! One who came to La Contessa in a crisis and said, 'I know something I can do to help.' How was I supposed to ignore her?"
Troy surveyed the room from the end of the darkened hallway before entering. The overhead hallway light had been hit by something hurled down the hall before his arrival. Troy looked back toward the living room, now noticing how much of the debris in the living room had been dining room furniture, and figured it was likely one of the chairs that were in pieces that he'd passed.
Before now, the Greens' dining room reminded Troy of those mock-up 1950s suburban communities in the desert from old A-Bomb test footage; populated by dummies dressed as happy suburbanites. Kid dummies, being handed invisible ice cream by a dummy ice cream man, businessdummies waving goodbye to their housedummies; frozen in the middle of their sunny suburban day, and oblivious to the countdown booming from loudspeakers.
The image he got now was from the aftermath of those videos. Debris strewn all about, missing only men in gas masks and business suits walking around with crackling Geiger counters, and thinking they were protected while horrible, other effects that science wouldn't learn about for decades began slowly taking place inside their bodies.
In the middle of the wreckage stood Julie Equals and Contessa Helena de San Finzione, both holding fragments of plates as if deciding whether to throw them or use the sharp edges to cut a bitch. Neither had seen him in the hallway yet, and Troy was still watching.
Helen wasn't a petite woman, only a few inches shorter than Julie, with a build a shade more athletic than Julie's curvier one, though her breasts were still large enough to have been the source of Troy's Tit Man-hood; and it was only during their fights like this, when they were shouting in each other's faces and Julie took the effort to try to loom over her, that he really took notice of the two women who'd played the biggest roles in his life's differences. He listened, waiting for a sufficiently-long lull to step in, rather than interrupt and get two dish-pieces hurled at him. Julie continued.
"Susan ALWAYS wants to help! She's a helpful person! But the woman has PROBLEMS, Helena! Some of the ones you have, too, but more! She has..." Julie caught herself. "It's nothing to worry about most of the time, but Susan has some very real issues. There's no telling what could happen to her in a shootout or a brawl, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be anything good! And what if she gets hurt? They'll take her to..." Julie stopped and took a deep breath and ended it. "It's like with me and Troy and Deathwater Pits, all right? There's places Susan can't go."
"That's why I sent her with two people with proven track records in saving Maria and my lives! Yes, Mander looks like the giant dude Indiana Jones always has to fight; if I didn't know him, do you think I'd have brought him into your home? Susan was great at the crime scene, she'll be able to handle it."
"Grampa pissed his pants again,
he don't give a damn.
Brother Billy has both guns drawn,
he ain't been right since Viet-Nam.
'Sweet Home Alabama,'
play that dead band's song.
Turn those speakers up full-blast,
play it all night long."
-Warren Zevon "Play It All Night Long"
A potted plant came sailing down the hallway, smashing on the floor of the Greens' living room. Troy Equals slipped the shoes he'd started to remove back on and hurried down the hall, toward the shouting. If the foliage was suffering, it meant that most of the rest of the breakables in the room had already been eliminated.
The Ultimados were trying to drown out their fight with the sound system they'd hooked up outside, so that any complaints from neighbors would be about that, rather than the sounds of the inside of the house being destroyed. Mander had set up the playlist earlier in the afternoon, and whatever had gone on down the hall had been done to the tune of The Beatles' Penny Lane. That song had since ended, and Troy was now surveying the damage to the opening guitar of The Who's 5:15.
"She's a MOTHERFUCKING CIVILIAN, HELENA!" Julie shouted from the dining room. "What is she going to do to the FUCKING TRIADS? YOGA them to death?"
Helen must have found something that wasn't broken already, because something shattered with each pause in her reply.
"She's a FUCKING... GROWN... WOMAN! And since you want to bring ranks and such into this, Army Brat First Class, she's also a fucking citizen of San Finzione! One who came to La Contessa in a crisis and said, 'I know something I can do to help.' How was I supposed to ignore her?"
Troy surveyed the room from the end of the darkened hallway before entering. The overhead hallway light had been hit by something hurled down the hall before his arrival. Troy looked back toward the living room, now noticing how much of the debris in the living room had been dining room furniture, and figured it was likely one of the chairs that were in pieces that he'd passed.
Before now, the Greens' dining room reminded Troy of those mock-up 1950s suburban communities in the desert from old A-Bomb test footage; populated by dummies dressed as happy suburbanites. Kid dummies, being handed invisible ice cream by a dummy ice cream man, businessdummies waving goodbye to their housedummies; frozen in the middle of their sunny suburban day, and oblivious to the countdown booming from loudspeakers.
The image he got now was from the aftermath of those videos. Debris strewn all about, missing only men in gas masks and business suits walking around with crackling Geiger counters, and thinking they were protected while horrible, other effects that science wouldn't learn about for decades began slowly taking place inside their bodies.
In the middle of the wreckage stood Julie Equals and Contessa Helena de San Finzione, both holding fragments of plates as if deciding whether to throw them or use the sharp edges to cut a bitch. Neither had seen him in the hallway yet, and Troy was still watching.
Helen wasn't a petite woman, only a few inches shorter than Julie, with a build a shade more athletic than Julie's curvier one, though her breasts were still large enough to have been the source of Troy's Tit Man-hood; and it was only during their fights like this, when they were shouting in each other's faces and Julie took the effort to try to loom over her, that he really took notice of the two women who'd played the biggest roles in his life's differences. He listened, waiting for a sufficiently-long lull to step in, rather than interrupt and get two dish-pieces hurled at him. Julie continued.
"Susan ALWAYS wants to help! She's a helpful person! But the woman has PROBLEMS, Helena! Some of the ones you have, too, but more! She has..." Julie caught herself. "It's nothing to worry about most of the time, but Susan has some very real issues. There's no telling what could happen to her in a shootout or a brawl, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be anything good! And what if she gets hurt? They'll take her to..." Julie stopped and took a deep breath and ended it. "It's like with me and Troy and Deathwater Pits, all right? There's places Susan can't go."
"That's why I sent her with two people with proven track records in saving Maria and my lives! Yes, Mander looks like the giant dude Indiana Jones always has to fight; if I didn't know him, do you think I'd have brought him into your home? Susan was great at the crime scene, she'll be able to handle it."
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