A tall blond woman approached a disheveled man sitting beside the front door of First Bank of Ransom. She kicked him hard with a well-worn heel. When he didn’t respond she kicked him again.
“Hey, I’m sitting here,” the man shouted. “Oh, it’s you,” he added with a drunken slur. “I think your starting to like me Ms Moore. You didn’t have me arrested this time.”
“Give it time, Mr. Bridell. When is your drunken protest going to end? It’s been two years since the death of your family. What do you want me to do for you? I didn’t have them killed.”
“Yeah but your bank financed the Devil’s Gate prison, housed monsters, tore down the fence in my yard and allowed my family to die. I’m sure you are aware of what that looks like since you lost your husband.”
“And I’m not a drunk 24/7 who blames a bank for every problem he has.”
“Not every problem,” Erik Bridell snapped, “ just one.”
“Your going to drink yourself into the Devil’s Gate.”
“Wouldn’t that be ironic.”
“No Erik it wouldn’t be ironic. It’s something you are making happen. Your protest is falling on deaf ears because you take no accountability for your own actions.” The woman kicks him again. Erik stands and moves from the door as a large horse-like centaur entered the bank.
“This doesn’t help,” Erik gestured then growled as several other walked into the bank.
“Allowing these creatures into the bank now? You know they are all criminals.”
“I’m aware of the opinion of the human race to the hybrids but they are not going anywhere. They need banking service too.” …
“It is impossible,” Erik replied. “I agree. I feel you will not have to concern yourself with me much longer.”
“What does that mean?”
“One of those 24/7 alcoholic premonitions, I guess.”
An explosion knocked Erik forward and Ms. Moore disappeared from his view. Dust blanketed the air causing him to cough. Erik’s body went into hangover mode. He fought a rush of nausea as the alcohol retreated. He searched the dusty air for a place to reorient when the bank doors opened and several centaur rushed from the building.
A large centaur stopped mid-stride.
“Fuck off..” spat the creature.
“Walk away donkey f— “ Erik began to say before the world went dark.