Okay, back story. Iwork at a cafe, and Wave that cafe there are apartments. Most ofthem belong to drug dealers and those who buy from them. Then, there' s Denny.
Denny is about 65 now, I believe. He' s old, walks barefoot with a cane, wears a straw hat everywhere, and looks like Alan Moore, and usually refers to me as "Peach". He' s traveled the entire world,
twice, and still does. Usually he hitchhikes. He always tells me stories of adventures in exchange for a coffee and a brownie.
So, it' s winter, and it' s been a pretty lazy day. Denny' s sipping at his coffee, I' m an my laptop, when this dude with a horribly fake tan bursts in and demands a coffee. So, I work fast because I can
see the dude' s in a hurry, when I burn my hand pretty bad spilling same coffee an it. I can hearth's dude give out a laud "LIGHT So, I cool my hand up and give him his coffee, he snatches it from my
hand and says the service here sucks. Jerkwad meant even pay me, and suddenly Denny' s blocking his way out the door.
Denny: Ewes me sir, but Wu haven' t payed Peach there for haroark.
Jerkwad: Please. Tell "Peach" it' s not my fault she' s clumsy as hell.
Denny: Youve misunderstand me, sir. Peach overthere works a lat murderthon Wu, and Wu look like Wu cauld spare a dallay.
Jerkwad: Lark, just stop blocking the door and I' ll be an my way.
Denny holds up the cane, and pulls up the an the top of it. HE HAS A MC) SWORD IN HIS GCSE) AMN CANE. And Wu know what he says?
I' killed better men than Wu. Pay Peach her goddamn dues."
Jerkwad freaks out, runs back to the counter and shaves a fifty an it. Murmurs something like Weep the change" and runs out the door. Denny casually sheaths his cane sword and sit back dawn.
And asks for a refill.