RED ADONIS
December 18/5:10 AM
There are two upsides to a cloud covered city, the first being that the people under its care might actually ran once in a year from the on coming rain like they are now with many zipping by in vague mesh like shadow of themselves with dramatic differentiation in color depending on what they wore and the second upside was that neon signs really paid the electricity bills by themselves in this sort of terrain, a fact that owner of “Brewers Heresy” was undoubtedly appreciating right now as the big square bulb ridden text plate glowed in a red out line and blue writing.
Everything was grey and things that weren't concrete or colorless was numbed down from its normal stature by the ever increasing atmosphere of the shadowed city and almost apathetic conditions that the place seemed to be in, by no means was this a well kept place or perhaps it was merely the stains of age had settled in or worse that the depression and tension of populace had somehow twisted what would normally be relaxing colors and sounds into muddy versions of themselves. In the end the reason hardly matter, The Brewer Both inside and out had the unmistakable claim of dullness to its yellow walls within and it's white walls outside, the only thing that was worth looking at was the windows at front.
“This is why you lose business you know...” Spoke up a voice from the almost dead silent store.
A fellow with big bushy brows like broom brushes farrowed them a little as he swept his eye lids down to partial squint, his eyes were small already but now he looked like a caricature of an offensive out of date Chinese cartoon if you excuse the black stubble on his rounded chin and the fact he was wearing an apron and a small wrist chain.
“Excuse me?”
“The store. It's depressing to look at, my home land doesn't have stores as sickly looking as these and we didn't have enough money to blow our nose on”
A tail poked out from a line of drinking gentlemen from the direction that the voice came out of which eventually shifted up as the face lifted to show a masculine mask to a tired soul, his eyes normally stained with red now having a slight touch of black under them, beyond his neck there was not a lot to see today of the Adonis's powerful form for he chose to hide it behind a Dark blue crombie coat with the low quality of stressed and abused cat hair than any sensible or refined material, the stains lining its chest did little to help either.
“We'll I hope you find some because you'll need a few from the cold you're going to have from walking in the rain if you keep insulting my establishment” The bartender snapped back, his voice was reactionary but lacked any serious force behind it, it was not what he said that lacked power or dominance but how he said it.
“If you get rid of him, you get rid of me....and he's right...you need to decorate your fucking store...” Spoke up a voice from the end, the man was hardly identifiable due to being partially obscured from a league of other patrons although he looked equally ragtag besides the moderate bushy brown beard he had.
“He's the Adonis, Mate. You sure want to be kicking out a revolutionist, It's that same back talk that set the spark of freedom. You kick him out for that tongue I'll make sure none of the Red Movement ever visit your shamble shack again...” Bellowed up another guy with an European accent from from a corner of the place, a vague light from the window revealing him and three others seeming to have been conversing over a couple of brews.
The Bartender seemed to actually open his eyes or at least what can be roughly called open if not more so than not being tightly sealed as a high security vault “We-well...” That same lack of power spoke up as before and with that he looked ready to lash back before an interruption arose.
“It's alright guys. I was planning on leaving anyway. I got to actually work sometime....It was nice talking in an open environment...we can thank the Brewer for that at least” The Adonis let out, his eyes squared on his drink that resided in his hand before slowly lifting himself up from the stall and letting the glass raise to the man in a somewhat half hearted fashion, one that was hard to tell if it was due to apathy, tiredness or the tipsy affect that his drinking appears to have afflicted him with before finishing it off and raising his head again which routinely let itself sway just by the smallest width from side to side.
"That and you serve really good Banana Bread" he let off with a smirk before putting the glass down and wandering out of the store into the water barraged streets of the city.