A woman approached a disheveled, drunken man sitting beside the front door of a city bank. She kicked him. When he didn’t respond she kicked him again.
“Hey, I’m sitting here.”
He looked up and recognized her, “Oh, it’s you. I think your starting to like me Ms. Moore. You didn’t have me arrested this time.”
“Erik Bridell, are you going to drink then stand here everyday? What do you want me to do for you? I didn’t have your family killed.”
Erik Bridell stood, with some unease, bracing his hand upon the glass doors of the bank.
“Yeah but you financed the Devil’s Gate prison, housed monsters 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.”
Erik moved 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 but the hybrids are not going anywhere. They need banking service too.” …
“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.