Part I
night was rinsed repeatedly penetrating drizzle chilling on the spine. Couple of people staggering, fell down on dustbins to two steps further to fall unceremoniously to the back of the crowning success of the shower in the far niesionym alcohol like a formula one driver. Somewhere in the distance some pub chuckled Port hundred drunken throats, and her voice was hoarse from smoke tobacco. It seemed that the shots were heard somewhere ... maybe cars collided. Anyway, someone was killed that night. Every night, someone dies. I will die even more.
Billiard table, the heart of each place, but here on the sidelines. Asylum for those who can still afford and do not want to get hit accidental chair. Not that furniture flown in a bar that has no name. Yes, it was a speluna spectrum. Could not get here during the day, but about any time if only it was a little trzeźwiejszym. 'Oi. We will meet at the bar? ',' Which one? ',' Well, this. ',' This is it? ',' No '. And everything is clear. And actually the only thing that was clear is that the building was on the port and it was not Singapore. Pool table, an atmosphere that attracted fans in a sort of sinking in the filtration of beer and lethargy are still smoking one cigarette, without any borrowing, ot that flickered in the mouth. In the next room something sound 'Haroo, haroo! " were interspersed with loud vocal and rhythmic stutter bumps on tops of mugs.
- Whore mother fucking ass to hell and took a fucking Brytoli their damn crappy folk chants. - All thrown out of the mouth in the form of monotonous gibberish from a hat decorated with crocodile teeth. Steven bearded Australian, currently split between the seat and are very uncomfortable with the apparently lying down in a chair, was very far from home.
'Haroo! Haroo! "
- In principle you are right, although the culture, whose main invention is a crooked stick should not end on this comment. Be that jebali, so one has to admit that better than a damn damn Brytol ...
- Oi! What do you fuck? My culture crooked stick invented? - He began to speak in the direction of playing in the pool like a juicy bald Frenchman with the sprinkler priest for Easter - that we may yet popłodzili kangaroos? It's fucking great, great, great, grandmother, mother dingo chased her with a crooked stick - pointed to standing on the other side of the table Negro - My ancestors were using gunpowder and guns!
- "Then a bloody Chinaman is not Australian. - Tossed in a black look ripoście with slight reproach to the chalk, which, like the anger was also a racist color.
All three zarechotali, when suddenly came to their room the two men still leading, and actually carrying the arms of the third, behind them and went quite inconsolable woman, who looked a bit like a nurse, were it not for black t-shirt with the words "Killer Cola".
- on the table with him. - Said one of the newcomers, a great man with the belt strapped what looked like an Afghan machete, the other, who was dressed in a uniform zaszabrowany. Even though they appeared to Australijczykowi weird.
- Hey, hey, hey. What table? Here is a game, maitre.
- Yes, this delay ... - But the Negro is not done, because at that very moment a moderately parabola, unshaven slut in coat ruined their party. - No ce for you, whore mother.
- "Oh, he ate my wallet! - Spat angrily giant.
- that like?
- Vinnie had to pay for the beer - UNIFORM broke in - and suddenly comes this clown, drunk with three ass, lady scoops from his wallet and saying "you want to see a trick?" Swallow it!
- After being stupid clown choking on it!
- It's delightful that przejęliście the guys and zadzwoniliście an ambulance. - Zaironizował Frenchman.
- I'm not fucking ambulance. - She said quite quietly, but surely the woman, and her eyes stuck on the floor.
- Well, now we will carry on the effects of his sense of taste badziewnego - huffed Vinnie - open it.
girl at the beginning of a smile, as if pleased with the proposal, but then immediately added:
- Well, unless you porąbało.
- Do not get me! - Pulled out a finger in front of him, but suddenly withdrew it when he heard his portfelozjadacz coughs and goes back to consciousness. Indeed
guy woke up and sat on the table by clicking a little bit, then beknął.
- Oh, you prick!
Vinnie immediately jumped to him and greeted him happy, juicy blow to the face. Next to the Frenchman
zreflektował and stood in the way the giant pushing it slightly.
- These, first man, the fuck out of it with my table. And secondly, how you want to spit this portfolio, you may not want it to end so stunned again, eh?
- And third, it's like a whore swallows a wallet? - Cast woman.
- Oh, Mrs. chftdze złobaszyć cztuczkę too, huh? - Wybełkotało the center of all the chaos.
- I'll give you a trick! - Another giant sand from which the victim collapsed, this time from the table onto the floor.
Suddenly we could hear the ringtone cell Winning 'Mamma Mia' Abby.
- Re-sorry gentlemen. - A guy stood up unsteadily and clumsily improved coat. He stroked his beard and sent to all eyes, for unknown reasons - you just go back to-talk, but I have to pick up. There was
widespread consternation.
- Yellow?
popping sound from the handset, which probably were screams.
- Wzale not Yazd pjany ... Wzale! Cracks
.
- I know that we have FOR IN-handling. - When handling the word again, winked at all with satisfaction. Stronger
cracks.
- But I will soon! Just yet ... one more beer!
Cracks and clear 'whore'.
- I have a card, just get it. Seventh, understand, rozuzuzmiem. I remember that the seventh! Ok, ok, but not grozimy! Grozimy not, because they offended and did not come! And so I do not like the docks! Hyhy, this is a joke ...
Suddenly the guy is smiling slightly, rolls his eyes i. .. falls in a heap on his face. Mobile
still cracking.
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