Who: Dieter and Open What: Random encounter When: Late Saturday evening Where: Random alleyway Rating: Talk of drugs, violence. Language.
Five months. It had been five months since Dieter had lost his sister and confidant. It didn't even matter that he had almost died in the process of avenging her, how was he supposed to know that Kenny was immortal??!
Taking the final drag from his cigarette, Dieter flicked it into a nearby sludge-filled drain, pushing himself up from the brick wall he had been leaning against. Head swimming with the remnants of his last hit, enough to attempt to dull the pain in his permanently shattered left arm, Dieter closed his eyes briefly and took a short but centering breath. After shooting Kenny, the boss man had resurrected and then done a number on him. His arm was useless now and he walked with a pronounced limp.. But he was alive, unlike Raven. Alive and bitter.
Spotting someone approaching the alley, anything much more specific was hard to tell in the poor lighting, Dieter slipped back into that carefree pleasurable persona that had charmed both women and men alike the past eight months. "Guten abend, schön" he purred out with a winning sultry grin, accented voice slightly slurred from the drugs in his system. "I'm not on the clock right now," his pale face twisted in an over-exaggerated sad frown. "You should stop by tomorrow."
It was all up in the air whether the person took him at his word or.. Well, if there was to be an or, at least he was as high as a kite.