Finally the second part! @Day_Tripping_Citrus, here's the big finale! I hope you like it!
Casinos
Cliff flinched at the stray hand reaching and grabbing lower on his person than a hand should. "Calm down, Williams, jus' takin' this stupid thing off, you look ridiculous," Phil said as the fanny pack was removed from his waist and tossed on the street. The group walked down the road toward a busier part of town where someone surely wanted a feline friend; and not just a woman in a costume.
Heat poured down on the men from the summer atmosphere. Every step felt like two, and the buildings in front of them seemed simple illusions; they never got any closer. The immense size of the structures gave hope that they would find one person fond of cats, but yet no guarantee was offered. Maximus was pressed against Cliff's chest for fear he might run off to another high area Angus would have to scale. The schoolboy had recovered from his previous nightmare and was not willing to risk his life again. Bon begrudgingly supported his right side, stumbling after him.
With a look around the area, Malcolm saw various rendezvous hosting potential kitten owners lining both sides of the street. Some drinkers started an afternoon trash can fire in an alley, each with a sizable smoke. Graffiti trained across the brick walls ending at a group of teenage artists making their print in the city. Malcolm nodded in approval. Across the street was a bar full of rowdy and classy folk alike. Cliff turned to the shorter man whose hand had slapped his shoulder. "Cliffy, this won't take a minute too long findin' your friend a home, there's plenty a takers here."
""Yeah, sure looks it," Phil mumbled rolling his eyes.
"They're a better chance than you, Rudd, so stuff it." The kitten began licking Cliff's knuckles which had him shifting positions as a result. His hind legs were supported with one hand while his front paws were trapped in the other. Fur pressed up against the man's fingers as the kitten struggled, but the hold would not loosen. Ignoring Malcolm's comment Phil took a glance at the squirming vermin out of the corner of his eye. If it got loose, he might have to make a run for it. The day he found out about his cat allergy was not a pretty one. After his cousin's molly had her first litter, his mother blessed him with his very own pet. A million wheezes later ended him up in urgent care with a brand new inhaler. Needless to say the kitten didn't stay and was soon replaced by a goldfish; which died two days later. Phil kept his eye on Cliff's pet. Malcolm pointed up ahead of the group inciting them to skid to a halt. "We're goin' up the road to those guys, see if anyone there'll snatch him up, yeah?"
"Think they could snatch Ang up too? Gettin' sick of carryin' him," Bon grumbled. Angus pulled his arm away like a little kid.
"Alright, alright, I'll walk." Malcolm nodded.
"Good, c'mon."
(Song break!---Sin City)
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Five pairs of feet jogged down the scorched sidewalk where the group of tourists stood. The boys were met with a colorful cast of characters. Coffee suede shoes under blue high waters sat snug on a tall, sun-screened man. Black suspenders rested on a white t-shirt which clothed a much shorter portly man. Next to them was a woman draped in short brown curls and kissed by cherry lipstick. Her floral dress was pinned up to her knees and the shoulders were puffed. A little boy peered from behind her wearing the ever popular striped t-shirt and jeans. A lollypop dangled out of his mouth and one of his pockets was inside out. Their attention was given to the five men and mammal which was taken into Malcolm's arms. "Excuse me," he stated with a smile. "Would any of you care for a new addition to the family?"
"You sellin' him?" asked the tall man.
"We ain't buyin' nothin'!" shouted the shorter man with a New York accent.
