BigJim was grabbing a bite from a street vendor when this text notification appeared in the periphery of his vision. He paid for his meat sandwich, not even bothering to guess what kind of meat that would be - probably not even an animal. But it tasted ok with all the spices and that's really all he cared for really.
Shoving a huge piece in his mouth, he read the text from this Bruno. He didn't recall knowing anyone going by such name. Sounded more to him like a hairdresser name or something. But Lora, he knew. She was sweet. Not necessary pretty but she had what a woman needed at the right place, including the few extra pounds. She could probably care less if he was found dead in a gutter, but she was more than willing to tell stories for the right tip.
A few things bothered him: the said inexperience of the employer, and his "find a way to compensate" phrase which means probably a lot of effort for little pay. But he wasn't gonna be picky. He barely made his payment on time last few days and broke as he was he needed start collected money. A nice big pay job would have been nice, but he couldn't just wait for one...
He sent a text back to the guy: >>I'll be there shortly then.<<
I could use a drink anyway...
He took his bike and made his way to the Skelton. The only things he liked about that place were the drinks, courtesy of Lora's generous pour, and the Live music. Life in the Barrens wasn't pretty, but there was something with music that could always bring hope and joy. The one thing he disliked about the place: the bunch of Hippies who think the Barrens is a fun place to hang out. Fashion and Barrens just don't go together. Period. He would gladly take them on a trip outside of the illusive security of Touristville. Let them wet their skinny pants a bit.
He sat on a stool at the bar. Yo Lora, how you doing today? Hit me with a beer, will ya'? When she brought him the refreshing beverage, he asked her in a lower tone: 'Bruno here?
