Chapter 8: Strife! (part 1)
Pavel floated at his post of the building. The window wasn’t even locked. This was way too easy for a badass like him. He opened the window and climbed inside. The room was dark, and smelled like alcohol. It had everything a bad place should have, except the bad guy.
But Pavel soon discovered that there was a bad guy. Red eyes were glaring at him and he was thinking about making a run for it. But right when he moved his right foot the person rose and threw an empty bottle at him. Pavel dodged it. The bottle shattered against the wall behind him. “That’s dangerous!”, he said angrily, crossing his arms and trying to radiate the badass that was contained inside of him.
Bad idea.
Actually, on a scale from 0 to releasing a dangerous computer virus into the world it was the worst idea Pavel had ever had. The person stepped into the light, groaning at the light that hit her face. “Fuck offffff…”, she muttered. “Jus’ as I care a fu’ ‘bout anythin’…” She was rubbing her eyes, and Pavel decided to try his luck. Which was an even worse idea. “Are you feeling alright, miss? Do you need anything?” The woman grunted. “I need you to fuckoff, I jus’ saiddit…” She wobbled a little. “I have dis hella hangover man…” Pavel nodded understandably. “I’d like to leave, but the door seems to be locked.”, he replied. “Bu’ you came tru a window fo’ fuck’s sake!”, the woman wined. “A whateve’ here’s the key…” She tried to steady herself, and yanked off the key from her belt. She threw it at Pavel with such brute force that Pavel just had to duck. It smashed to the wall behind him, just like the bottle before. Carefully, he picked it up. “I didn’t quite catch your name, miss?”, he tried. She glared at him. Almost poisonous. It was making him shiver. “Okay, I’ll go now. Maybe I’ll return when you are feeling better.”
When he opened the door, another bottle was thrown. Pavel quickly closed the door so he wouldn’t get hit. “You asswipe! You tal’ too mush…”, the woman screamed at him. It took Pavel a moment to steady himself, but then he grinned. He loved females when they were angry at him.