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A fair boy, thin but has a strong build is seen to enter the silent pathway to what is assumed to be a dead end. He turns a sharp left and faces a door. The bright light of full moon reflects of his blond hair, shining on his features.
The door opens slowly and he steps inside. Suddenly the noise of the surrounding increases and as if the noise was always there.
Newt steps in the bar. The dance floor was overflowing and the band was playing all they can on the stage. Newt made a straight head way towards the bar. The lights in the bar shines of the name of it.
the bar of dead
Luke is just drinking (more like chugging glass after another) his sex on the beach cocktail when another blond sits down next to him. "Raw Vodka. Strong" his accent heavy and his voice held command. He turned around and said " if I'm going to drink beside you might as well introduce myself. I'm Newt",
"I'm Luke. And you do know that we are dead, we can't get drunk?"
"Yes, ofcourse but you should also say that to you 20+ glasses of cocktails you chugged?"
"Well....it's my partner and I's anniversary or would have been if I'd been not dead"
"Well happy anniversary. Cheers"
They both clinked their drinks.
"So what's you lovers name?"
"Percy. Yours? A handsome guy like you can't not be single"
"Thomas, but only i called him Tommy"
"Oh good. So how did you die?"
"I-" A heavily drunk women came, she had a beautiful dark skin with glitters on it which seemed to make her whole body flow in the lights.
She draped her both hands on the men shoulder and shouted, "Ahhh Luke and Newt...my favourites....Do you know i was an ordinary Indian girl...loved to dance and sing...and travel the world...but-but died cuz some people thought a girl like me should just be good little house wife and not roaming around! Remember boys, english insults you; hindi insults your entire bloodline;french insults you, your entire bloodline, your found family, and your dog in cursive"
Both men seemed to be stunned but forget about it as they thought it was crazy rambling people do while being drunk.
"Well that sure as hell was interesting and the last bit was something my Percy would say"
"Yeah my Tommy would have said equally snarky comments like this during a fight"
"Oh absolutely Percy doesn't know when to stop self sacrificing himself and throwing sassy comments"
"Tommy loved to antagonise the opponent with something snarky and then blowing shits up with his crazy ideas"
Both men sat there and talked about their beus...(more like bitched about them fondly) but they did seem to forget
how did she knew them and how was she drunk if nobody gets drunk in the bar of the dead?