Mercenary Story (Part 2)

[k9870]

che was a joke, kids wear his shirt thinking hes cool but he was nothing, and greg doesnt seem like a college stoner with no ambition.

[Swordfish941]

Originally Posted by k9870

che was a joke, kids wear his shirt thinking hes cool but he was nothing, and greg doesnt seem like a college stoner with no ambition.

I respect your opinion. What do you think of his apartment?

[Swordfish941]

Another passage:

“Oh, it’s just you. You could’ve just said hello.”

“Rocco, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Well, to make a long story short, I got evicted from my place because I couldn’t keep up with the rent and I need a place to stay.”

“And of all people, you’ve decided to stay with me?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, you can stay here until you get a new place to live. Just don’t mess up my stuff.”

Greg put the revolver back in the drawer and return to his lunch. Rocco came out wearing a t-shirt, wind pants, and sandals. He took out a pearl handled stiletto and start to clean his nails with the blade. He looked hungrily at the other half of Greg’s sandwich. Greg gave him the other half and took a sip of his Coca-Cola. He took his drink walked into his bedroom, and closed the door. He took a packet of Marlboro Lights off of his desk and light one. He grabbed a copy of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s A Study in Scarlet off of his dresser and sat down on the bed, beginning to read. The stereo began to play some song by The Velvet Underground.

Greg took a few puffs on his cigarette as he turned the page of the book. He was in a trance for a few minutes before Rocco interrupted him. He suddenly broke out of his trance and stared at Rocco.

“I need some help unpacking my stuff.”

“Your stuff?”

“My personal belongings. Are you or are you not going to help me?”

“Sure, since there’s nothing else to do around here.”

The two of them walked into the spare bedroom where two large backpacks were sitting on the bed. Rocco opened the first one and dumped the contents of it onto the bed. It was a total mess. Among the hodgepodge of junk were two sets of worn out clothes, a few pornographic magazines, a half eaten bag of crisps, and other various knick-knacks. Greg opened up the second bag and looked at the contents. There were two bags of marijuana, a hookah pipe, a small baggie of pills, and a bottle of whiskey.

Greg turned to Rocco with an annoyed look on his face. Rocco gave him a toothy grin.

“I’m perfectly content with you being a drunk, but drugs?”

“It’s not the hardcore stuff. Just grass and acid.”

“And what are you suppose to do this hubbly-bubbly?” Greg said picking up the pipe.

“You smoke the grass in it.”

Greg put on his jacket and boots and walked towards the doorway.

“Where’re you going?”

“I’m going to get a drink, and no, you can’t come.”

Greg walked down to a local dive bar called Miller & Carlyle. It was a simple place with a cigarette machine, a snooker table, and a dartboard. The bartender was in his early forties with a bad haircut. Greg ordered a Coke and Rum without the lime wedge. The bartender handed it to him and he drank in silence.

[k9870]

Shouldhave him go home drunk, and when drunk everything seems like a good idea. So he decides to smoke weed with Rocco. And Rocco laces it with salvia so he gets a mad trip

[Swordfish941]

Originally Posted by k9870

Shouldhave him go home drunk, and when drunk everything seems like a good idea. So he decides to smoke weed with Rocco. And Rocco laces it with salvia so he gets a mad trip

Aren't weed and salvia the same thing?

[k9870]

No, salvia affects the nervous system and causes hallucinations, strong stuff, and Its, well, legal. At least to civilians, I cant touch the crap, saw my friend on the stuff though and he was crazy. Trying to burrow in a couch and said he had to get out of the rabbit hole. Its funny the more powerful one is legal.

[Swordfish941]

Another passage:

A young woman approached the bar and stood next to Greg. She was around the age of twenty-two and her face was covered with make-up. She had sandy blond hair and green eyes. She wore a red tank top, white hot pants, and wore high heels. She looked at Greg promiscuously and then ordered a light beer. She was given a bottle and started to drink it in a lewd way that made Greg uncomfortable.

“You looking for a good time, handsome?”

“Are you some sort of prostitute?”

“Ja.”

“Look, I already have a girl and she puts out for me. Now bugger off”

“I can be dirty.”

“I’m not interested.” He said as he downed his drink. He suddenly came to a realization. “But I know someone who is.”

Greg paid for both of their drinks and lead the woman back to his apartment. He asked her name and she said it was Kristi. He let Kristi into his apartment and knocked at Rocco’s door. Rocco answered and then stared at the woman.

“I got you a house warming gift. Rocco, this is Kristi. She’s a call girl.”

Greg handed her five hundred rand in advance. “You get an hour and a half with her. Just send her back with her hair in a mess, exhausted and tired.”

Greg slapped Kristi on the bum, sent her off with Rocco, and she closed and locked the door. He took a Pepsi out of the fridge and took a sip. He then went into his room and started to do bicep curls with ten pound barbells. He did thirty of them on each arm and then began to do sit ups. He felt weak and out of shape, so he wanted to build up his body.

He tried to ignore the noise next door by playing Joy Division on full volume. They were a pretty good band that Johnny had suggested to him. He was surprised to learn that their lead singer killed himself in 1980. The remaining members went on to form New Order. He had heard some of their music and they weren’t bad. He still preferred what he considered the three pioneers of music: Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, and David Bowie.

He had seen Iggy in concert when he was seventeen. The guy was pretty rambunctious, but was a kick ass singer. He had smoked a joint at the concert and woke up in the morning with a bad headache. He hadn’t listen to Lou Reed lately, but he consider his music a good choice to mellow out to. He absolutely loved Bowie. The man had a very distinct style. His love of Bowie had earned him the nickname “Ziggy” in high school.

[Swordfish941]

Another passage:

Greg finished the rest of his Pepsi and went into the living room. He turned on the television and began to watch a news program. It began to talk about civil unrest in Chile caused by Marxist sympathizers. He was uninterested in that. It than began to talk about the activities of Al-Shabaab militant group in southern Somalia. They have taken over Mogadishu, the former capital of Somalia (the capital was now located in Hargeisa). They enforced a strict interpretation of the Sharia law, and anybody who broke this law was either stoned or executed in the street.

Greg had been apathetic to the troubles in the Middle East when he was growing up. To him, it was just the Crusades with tanks and machine guns. But this had caught his attention. This wasn’t the LRA or any other militant groups he had fought. These were radicals. He expected Somalia to be controlled by Pirates, but he had never expected radicals to be a problem in Somalia.

Kristi came out of the bedroom when the news program was over. Greg gave her an additional one hundred rand and sent her out. Rocco soon came out after in a t-shirt and a pair of jockey shorts.

“How was it?”

“It was pretty good.”

“There’s nothing like a good pomp to get you back on your feet.”

“I know what you mean. Do you know what’s better than sex?”

“What?”

“Grass.”

“That’s a load of kak.”

“Haven’t you ever tried it? It sends you straight to the moon and back again. It’s a better way to past the time than what you do.”

“I’m content with what I do.”

“You smoke cigarettes and listen to David Buoy.”

“His name is Bowie.”

“Whatever. I’m just saying that you need to be a little more open minded.”
Greg pondered on this thought for a moment and then made up his mind.

“Alright, if it’ll get you off my back. And if I have a bad trip, I’m tearing you a new arse.”

Greg looked out the window and tapped his fingers along the arm of the couch while Rocco set the pipe up. He just wanted to get this over with and get on with his life. Rocco handed him the hose and he inhaled. He suddenly coughed out large puffs of smoke and lay back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“You sure you don’t want some?” Johnny asked Katie, offering her some of his lunch. They were having lunch at an eatery in Fish Hoek bay. Johnny was wearing a t-shirt showing his favorite rugby team, the Vodacom Blue Bulls. He was having falafel in pita bread with tahini sauce with a bottle of Castle Lager beer. She was having two hamburgers with chips and a cherry cola.

“I don’t even know what’s in there.”

“Fried balls made from chickpeas and a paste made from sesame seeds, all stuffed in a round pocket bread.”

“I’m fine with what I have, but thank you.” She said thanking a bite out of her second hamburger.

“How can someone so small scarf down all that food?”

“Johnny, I’ve been stuck on a boat with nothing but process food to eat.”

Johnny took another sip of his beer and asked her another question.

“How are things going with Greg?”

“It’s doing pretty good. We’re in a healthy relationship.”

“Have you been getting some?”

“Occasionally.”

“Well, I’ve had a fling every now and then.”

[S&Wshooter]

Greg is ludicrously susceptible to peer pressure

[k9870]

Yeah, i think if he was hammered and agreed it would be more realistic, everything seems like a good idea when drunk.