I finished my beer quickly, and obviously felt nothing. I went to the 'bar' they set up and walked up to the bar keep, a asian teenager in a hoodie with the words 'Street Rat' stitched onto his sides.
"Hey man, you got anything stronger?" I asked him motioning to the empty cup.
The teenage thug raised an eyebrow, "what do you need?"
"Anything with a strong kick," I shrugged, "I'm going stag tonight so I might as well have some fun."
The kid snorted before slamming a bottle of vodka, "this strong enough for you?"
I sighed, "nothing better man? I have kind of a strong resistance."
"Sorry man," he shrugged, putting the bottle away.
"Thanks anyway," I sighed great, alone and I can't get drunk. Maybe I should just leave, if I hurry I can still patrol the streets for a while, do something useful tonight. But before I could leave, a girl walked up to me, a smile on her face.
"Couldn't help overhearing your little difficulty," she said with a salesman's smile. She wore a hoodie similar to the asian bartender, 'Street Rat,' that some kind of gang? She had black skin but bleach blonde hair with pink streaks running through it.
"Ah, yeah, kind of sucks," I shrugged.
"Well, I got something you might like," she pulled out a plastic baggy with a pink pill in it.
I raised an eyebrow and put on a good poker face, looking interested, like a druggy would, "cool. What is it?"
"The newest shit," she replied, "we call it the 'Rumble in the Jungle' or RJ, because one hit and you go down."
"Like Muhammad Ali," I nodded.
"Smart, so you interested?"
"How much?"
"First hit's free," she smiled as she leaned forward placing a kiss on my cheek as she slipped the pill into the pocket of my vest. She moved back and winked, "see you soon cutie."
I smiled back, "I'm sure," she walked away and immediately my smile dropped. I took out the pill and held it in the light, I couldn't see anything inside, not liquid then, solid, probably affecting the body's nervous system someway.
And then, I realised it. Sometimes you don't see something unless you know what to look for and now, I did. The pills were everywhere, almost every three people in a group of ten was taking the pill and these Street Rat kids were giving them out.
I was supposed to take a break and have fun tonight, but, since everyone abandoned me, it's time to get to work.
I slipped into the mosh pit and followed the Rat kids, following their footsteps, their movements. In minutes I had located the head dealer, a buff 40 year old bald guy that had a gun strapped to his back and a very scary precencess.
Every dealer on the floor reported to him, passing every dollar they earned, he was the head, these kids were just...fodder. I suspect they weren't really gang members in the first place.
I followed them for some time, tracking their movements. But ten minutes later, I got distracted. "Hello Catch! We're the Extremes! And we're going to rock this house down!" I turned and to my shock I saw MJ on the stage with Mark and his friends.
"Kick it!" Mark screamed as they began to play.
"Everyday, they tell us what to do, every night, we have nothing to look for but school, fuck that, it's all a pain, there ain't nothing they can do now, we're free, even just for a day!" MJ began to sing, hitting every note. Hm, maybe in this world she'll end up a singer?
Slowly, the crowd began to shit, the other band that was applying was thoroughly beaten, I had to admit, Mark was pretty good. He and MJ made a pretty cool team. I was getting into the song as well, but then, I realised there was movements in the Street Rat's.
I noticed slowly one by one the dealers began to leave, sneaking away quietly. And then, the big one left as well. I needed to go, it was too late to go into my car and take my spare costume, time to improvise.
The big guy and five older looking Rat's snuck out into a side tunnel making their way out. I ran after them, sticking to the shadows. I need a mask, so I removed my vest and tied it around my face, leaving a little bit of space for my eyes to see through.
The six men I was following went into a service tunnel, talking among themselves. I jumped onto the ceiling and stuck to the ceiling, following them from above.
"The new blood did good," the big guy replied in a gruff tone, "make sure to give them a cut."
"You really think that's a good idea boss?" and underling asked.
"Like I always say Tony, keep your underlings happy, and they won't stab you in the fucking back," the fat leader said gruffly.
"I'll keep that in mind," I whispered as I jumped down.
"What the-"
I came down on top of his body, my feet plunging into his gut, throwing him into the ground, hard. I back flipped and landed on the other two guys behind them, all three of crashing into the ground.
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