"So the big man is dead I hear. Word is, it was a shooting."
Jayce said as he prepared to open the bar and grill for another night of drunken debauchery. Bob sat across from him and sipped at his free drink. He leaned back and gave Jayce a sigh before inquiring.
"So your benefits running out then?"
With a smirk, Jayce replied. "I have no idea but keep in mind that did come with a string or two. In either case he won't be taking the grill from me." Here he paused and thought for a moment. "is it heartless that I can't feel anything over his death? That it doesn't really affect me any?"
Bob lit up a cigarette and sat up straight, leaning against the bar with his forearm. "Well. . . You've despised the man for years and it wasn't like he tried any to make up for pretty much anything he did. Even if he was planning on it, the fact is nothing was done and it would have been too little too late. How many people died because of him, how many people got sick, how many people were nothing more than a lab rat at his G-corp?" Bob held his gaze steady.
Jayce coughed and wasn't sure exactly what to say. "And holding onto that makes it right? He's gone now. . . .Maybe it's time I take a step forward. Being sick shouldn't stop me from living, with or without medicine." He finished setting up the bar and smiled at his friend.
"I'll manage, Don't worry so much about me"
Jayce Reinhardt · Wed Mar 17, 2010 @ 08:37pm · 0 Comments |