COVER BY @SEKRETONGMALUPYET
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"Can you actually do something right for once in your life!?..."
"I said I'm sorry!...."
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A GATHERING of sorts, filled with rich folks. A house filled with high class men and women. As a particular man walks around, he nods to a group of men before entering the bathroom.
He closes the door slowly before he looks at himself in the mirror, removing his prosthetics.
A grin appearing on his lips as he pats the number 'eight' on his left wrist.
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As he leaves the bathroom, blood is scattered as the people he has seen earlier, lifeless on the ground. A grouse scene to be more specific. Group of armed men nod at him as the man smirked.
"Bravo, Bravo!"Flinchleyplaces a cigarette in his mouth, leaning down to take a seat as he makes himself comfortable. "Excellent execution. Well done!"
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The group of men stand there, awkwardly. Flinchley senses this, his eyes rolling in amusement before breathing out one last huff of smoke as he stands up.
"You, gentlemen, have one last thing to do." He walks up to the bar, his back slightly slouched. His walk was not slow, more like... gentle. It was like he was walking on clouds. As he pulls out a bottle from the table, he pours in 3 glasses of the drink, humming slowly.
The armed men look at each other, a confused look plastered as they either furrow their eyebrows or shrug.
A loud CLAP snapped them out of their thoughts as Flinchley slowly handed them the bottles. They reluctantly accepted it, even more confused as they inspect the bottle.
Flinchley groaned in annoyance.
"Go ahead, drink the bloody bottle. You blokes deserve it." He spoke softy. He sits back on his chair, crossing his legs as he watched. The armed men still don't drink as they eye Flinchley in suspicion. "Go ahead." He waved.
One of them shrugged, slowly sipping the drink as the others watch him. As the glass was empty, he nodded at them. A nod telling them 'it was good'. It was enough of an answer for them as their eyes lit up, drinking the bottle.
