Mr Pink: Yo,that orc got the drip! Cool as fuck boiiii.
Oto assigned me the biggest fruitty faggot he could think of for the money collecting. I had no fucking clue what was in his mind to assign me the biggest dumbass homo fruitty cake he could think of. He is even dressed in fucking pink.
Mr Pink: Yo pops,im gonna get ya something nice to wear.Pops, you need to learn the way of the drip man.
Wolfgang: how the fuck did you even meet oto? He sure as shit ain’t interested in pink suits and shiny pompadours.
Mr Pink: Yo,you dissing my style?This pink suit is the shit man.Once i walk in the inns.All the hoochies mamas,wanna know who i am.
Wolfgang: i am sure you fit the gay fag friend type that half of them look for.What’s the max you have got with a girl? waxed her back at a sleepover?
I laughed and Mr Pink grinned.
Mr Pink : You mean man,you mean.At least i ain’t going back to a house with a fat wife that hates,and an ugly teen kid that also hates me. that’s my numero uno horror story.
Wolfgang: At least nothing has prolapsed yet. Eitherway, you didn’t answer the question. Where the fuck did you meet oto?
Mr Pink: Me and my boy oto, my homie? we go way back man.We like brothers in arms,man.We always there for one another.an eye for an eye and tooth for tooth kind of shit man.we homies pops.
There was no way i would ever get anything out of this dickless faggot any time soon. Maybe the kid got a good heart, who fucking knows I feel like oto is slowing going insane, with all the pulls he been pulling.i need to talk to oto about this.I like straight business and none of this funny business.
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The job is simple. We are simply collecting money from businesses who need our protection. Now, most protection rackets are scams, but oto got robin hood principles so he only collects money from places he actually thinks are in danger. None of the businesses know this, and we sure as shit don’t have the time to explain to some random poor fat lard of meat, that he needs our money otherwise,the orc gang nextdoor will have no qualms handling his dwarf hafling daughter down the merry way.
Our next stop is at an inn at the main road. The main roads are usually safe, so no clue what oto got in his sights there, but i guess he finds it important.
Johnny,the previous collector,used to go on about how he felt sad about picking up money from this pretty widow that owns this inn that her hubby wubby left her.Never seen the woman, but i need to drink something otherwise i will go insane with this kid.
We dismounted off our horses and kept them near the inn.
Mr Pink : Is it near here, pops?
i lightly slapped him in the back of his head and he ouched me.
Wolfgang: Yeah it is.Come on.
The surroundings are a bit nicer then usual,and there are quite a bit of people going up and down the mainroad. Seems like the inn should be making decent money. Well, decent for these parts that is.
We went in and sat down facing a wall. Maybe that will stop the kid from gossiping about every single person he sees.
Mr Pink : Yo,you saw that armor pops?dude got the benjamins and the franklins.
i ignored the kid and looked around seeing if i could find the widow. Didn’t find her. Must be in the back doing stuff i guess. There are a few people at the inn, and the place was kinda nice. Stuff was all old, but it had a charm. Doubt young kids appreciate much though.
Mr Pink: Pops,i ain’t getting the right vibes from this place? Can we go and come later?
I looked at him and then heard a door opening and looked at it. Yep, she was quite pretty. her age and stress had worn her out, but bones can’t lie. Her face and tiny black mole underneath the left side of her lips made her look endearing. She just looked like the kind of pretty kind auntie, your regular uncle raphael(the one that cheats on his wife every 5 minutes) might have married. I reckon she is around early 40s. I signalled to her and she came smiling
Auntie: Hi, what could i do for ya?
Wolfgang:Sweetheart, get me a cold beer.
Auntie: and the gentleman?-she said looking at mister pink.
Mr Pink: Yo,you got triple caramel herb infused frappucinos?
her face slightly contorted and she waved her head left and right
Auntie:sorry,we don’t have that.is a normal coffee fine?
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Mr Pink: Well...
i stepped on his foot.
Mr Pink: Ouch man.
she looked confused and even a bit sad at us.
Wolfgang: Just get him a beer. He needs something to cool off all that heat up in his head.
Auntie: We will get you that in a jiffy. Be right back.
She darted off to behind the counter.
Mr Pink: Dude,you didn’t to hurt me that bad
Wolfgang: you act like that again and i will fucking kill you. This ain’t the inner city mister pink. The people here work hard and haven’t got much. Drop the fruitty nonsense and act more like a man.
Mr Pink: jeez man,you always a buzz kill? Whatever, to handle you i will really need a beer.
We heard the door to the inn open. Some steps later and he got to the main bar.
Man: Are you miss amelia?
Widow: Yes, why?
So that’s her name, huh.She sounds apprehensive. I wonder who this guy is.
Man: Miss, i am here to collect my money
Widow: Money? What money? I don’t even know you!
Man: Money for protection. My other men were here recently, no?
Mr pink tensed up, and was going to get up but i pushed him down. I want to see what else this clown says.
Widow: Yes, But they weren’t due until two weeks from now.
Man: Well, miss, circumstances have changed and i have come here to collect our payments.
Widow: You sure?-i imagine she was fidgeting at this point- this can’t be true. We don’t even have the money.
Man: well no one ever has the money around these parts,so you better pray to your fucking fairy godmother right now, unless...
She started tearing up.
Widow:No, No, please.I don’t have the money i swear. Please come back in 2 weeks,and we will have your money and extra.
Man: Cough up whatever jewellery and gold you have hidden.
Widow: We have already sold everything of value that we have!
I heard some rustling and some running and when we turned around it was already too late.
All of a sudden the scum head was blown off; and the bar got washed in blood and brain matter, including the widow. A shriek. heck, even brain matter got to my shoes.
I looked around and saw mr pink with his first three fingers up and pointing at the once upon a time scumbag, now a corpse without a head. he seemed shocked as if this was his first kill. Always knew he was the flowery type.
A boy was in front of the widow and he took the blow for her. the little boy wasn’t afraid of the scumbag and that’s quite admirable. But, eitherway we have a gigantic fuck up to fix.