Strosities chapter 2.5
Michael pulled up to his bar around 2:00 AM, he wanted to make it early to set everything up for his night with his friends. As he walked in after unlocking the door and turning on the lights he noticed how silent it was, it was calm and serene, almost enough so to were he would regret not enjoying it longer than he could. The lights were set dim and the liquor bottles all accounted for at the main bar area.
With thirty minutes left until Rebecca and Dante would arrive Michael grabbed on of his favorite each ales from the main bars cooler and walked to the back freezer where the extra liquor was kept. He walked inside and closed the door behind himself as it could open both ways, he seated himself on an empty crate and opened his beer to drink it. As he hit the half way point of the bottle he began to talk to himself.
“Why did I tell anyone about it.” he began to mumble frustrated “Six damn years of it.” he paused for a moment “Six years of pain, anguish, and self suffering.” He slugged down what was left of his beer before holding his hand in-front of his face and shifting it into a long clawed hand dripping with red blood-like liquid “But that’s what a freak like me deserves isn’t it.”
