Unfunny Super Eyes Chapter 6: Chapter 6 Bar

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The bar was on the first floor, to the left of the lounge area. It was a narrow thing, barely fitting in four stools next to the counter. A sign on its glass said OPENS 3:00PM, but the door said otherwise. Bezo was a regular. He didn’t drink all day long but did like to watch his t.v. shows there owing to a huge brand new flat-screen. Cake swallowed. Bezo was known for three things. Being wide, owning a small chain of BEZO’S EXPRESSOS, and having the temper of a raging bull. The man had never actually hit him, but stories ruffing up competitors circulated. Cake imagined being one of those guys and shuddered. He took a deep breath and walked in. # Bezo sat through Cake’s entire fake story, about how a mad woman had tried to crush the Coffee Booth and that he had heroically drawn her attention away before the Family thugs showed up to shoot at her. And also, there was an ice man. There was more truth than lies in his retelling, but since he told it while staring at his shoes the entire time, Bezo wasn’t convinced. He tapped a finger against the countertop. From his back pocket, he pulled out a big cigar and lit it with a flame from his finger. Cake looked at the flame, imagining what being burned would feel like. The man flicked his finger, putting out the fire, then took a big puff, blowing all the smoke into Cake’s face. 'You know I haven’t told your mother about the register incident yet,' he said with a grave voice. 'Cash that ain't yours passing through your hands. How many weeks do you have left to pay it off? Four? Five? And now this.' With a tap, ash fell from the cigar, and Cake's eyes followed it to the floor. 'I’m not mad,' he slapped the countertop and then grabbed Cake's shirt, picking him off the floor. His eyes were an inky black that swallowed light. 'I’m furious! You left the register there! Alone! If you stole it again, I could shake you down! If some Family thug decided it was free for the taking. I’m not getting it back from the Family!' Bezo's voice grew deathly calm. 'You know what you need to do?' 'What?' Cake dared to ask, his skeleton shaking inside. Another puff of smoke hit his face. 'Go back and get it. Now.' When he put down Cake, the boy stood there as pale as a ghost. Bezo was worried he might come on too strong to him and was about to say something to lighten the mood, but the next second, Cake gained consciousness and was out the door and running down as fast as he could. # Ground zero was swarming with thugs. Blue-pinstripes were on every corner of every block, and the only thing motivating Cake to keep walking through the swarm was the thought of Bezo torching him. Scenes of destruction were still around. The crushed lockers and the crumbling walls that led into the alley. Nothing had been cleaned up. A few of the thugs were sifting through the rubble, and Cake prayed they wouldn't find anything. Thankfully, the booth had been far away from any action. Meaning none of the thugs had come over to inspect the cash box. Just as Cake was putting a tarp over the menu, though, there was the tap of a coin. 'Give me three espressos. This is gonna take all day,' a tired voice said. It was the man in gold who had saved him in the alley. He flipped up his neon glasses to show eyes that were just as bright. 'Hey, it's my old pal! Coming back to the crime scene? 'I- I- I-' Cake's mind was spiralling. He could just about see the dungeon that the Family would throw him in. A lightless underground pit from which he'd never return. 'That mud maniac got you running good,' he continued, putting back on the glasses playfully. Cake was still frozen with fear. The man snapped a finger and then raised an eyebrow, 'Hey. Nothing hurt, right kid? 'Ye- Thank you!' The boy blurted, scrambling to get the three cups ready as fast as possible. He leaned against the booth, sighing at the damaged street. 'Don't mention it. The boys and I took care of almost everything. I tell ya, these troublemakers come here to wreak havoc on