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Noire
" Three thousand dollars! Three thousand motherfucking dollars. I leave to take a piss and you blow away three thousand fucking dollars!" It was obvious Jared wasn't happy. But so fucking what. " It was stupid. I admit it, but the money was both of ours. I thought it would work." Why should Derrick care? Jared was a white bread piece of shit from California with no social capabilities and a bank account that made Bill Gates want to jerk off. Three thousand dollars didn't mean shit to this guy.
" It's still a lot of fucking money to lose on one hand." A lot of money to lose on one hand? Jared made that in an hour at his fucking white collar suck my dick job. " I'll pay you back your half. I swear." It was obvious both men were starting to become frustrated. In the dark alley it was hard to believe they were in Las Vegas. A city full of so many lights that could hide areas of infinite darkness. Both men lit a cigarette. Derrick smoked full flavors, Jared smoked lights. " Fucking pussy" Derrick murmured to himself. His comment went by unnoticed by Jared who was still wrapped up in his losses.
Derrick and Jared had met and become friends in Las Vegas. Both were attending conventions when they happened to meet at a poker table. After a few hands, overloads of alchohol and nicotine became the basis of their friendship. It seemed the only way Derrick could stand Jared was to be intoxicated, and it didn't hurt that Jared was completely loaded. So, every year for five years they met at King's Palace for a week of pure excess. This was to be their last night in Las Vegas.
" What a fucking way to leave. Why didn't you at least wait to see if I would be ok with it?" Derrick was becoming increasingly more sober and agitated the more Jared spoke. " I felt as though I was going to win for definite. It was a careless mistake." Jared sat down on ground, and began wondering what he could have bought with three thousand dollars. " You're fucking right it was a careless mistake." Instantly, Derrick lost the capability to deal with Jared's bullshit.
Derrick slowly pulled out his two jet black 9mm Berettas. In the dark alley they were almost invisible. "Ya fucking know what?" Jared started to say as he got up, but by the time he turned his head to finish he caught a glimpse of the first bullet. The first bullet only ripped through the bridge of his nose. The next seven on the other hand ripped through both his eyes, his lower jaw, and his upper skull. By the last gunshot, what was left of Jared had fallen back to the ground. His face was indistinguishable. The white collar piece of shit who dreamed of Lamborghinis and supermodels and leather furniture would never spend another fucking dollar. Derrick pulled the stack of money he had traded for his chips out of his coat pocket. Three thousand dollars.
Noire- Logan McEwen
I just did all that so i could write a gunshot to the face seen. god i am bored.
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