Who: Wren and Blytech What: Weapons for money exchange Where: Pool hall When: This evening Warnings: Probably none.
As it got later in the day, Blytech began to play his music louder and louder. Eventually, he realized he was probably bugging his neighbors, so he put his headphones on, hunched over Luke's prototype, and did his best to focus. Exchanges always made him nervous when he was doing them for people he barely knew or didn't know at all. When it was with his friends, it was no big thing. Or when he was giving someone something kind of innocuous, it was like whatever, right? But, dude, this was scary shit. He was going to give some dude, chick, person, whatever, an electrified knife. It was his policy not to ask questions, but damn.
When nine rolled around he he pulled on decent clothes after a quick shower, he almost wished he'd let someone know he was doing this. But who was he gonna tell? His totally awesome neighbor he'd only seen that one time, briefly? Luke? Right. Shoving his head into his shirt, Blytech reminded himself that he was going to be fine because he was going to a crowded place and he was loaded with at least five weapons. Someone would be stupid to go after him. At least, they'd be stupid once they realized how heavily armed he was. Blytech groaned, drank half a bottle of water, and left his apartment.
He biked to the drop point, the knife in his messenger bag at his side. It banged uncomfortably against his thigh as he rode, but he ignored it. When he got to the pool hall, he pulled his headphones off his head to sit loosely around his neck and went inside. Thick smoke curled around his head and he resisted the urge to cough. Everyone in the hall looked like they could break him in half no problem. I'm gonna die, yeah, sweet, he thought to himself, itching to send someone his last will and testament via text. At least then someone'd be able to tell his mom why he'd been turned into minced hamburger meat for someone's dinner.
After wandering around the place to see if there was anything really unsavory and police-type attracting, he sat at the bar. The barkeeper looked at him with a funny face. "Water?" the guy asked. Blytech shook his head and asked for Mountain Dew instead. He needed the caffeine like he needed a kick in the ass, but he wanted to be sharp. Now he was waiting. He hated waiting. God, he was an idiot to do this. Someone was going to put a gun to the small of his back and be all creepy and shit. He was gonna die.