On The Run

Bob glared at me. He needed a shave, a shower, and some new clothes, but the smell from inside his house suggested that cleaning wasn't a huge theme in the man's life.
“Hey Bob. Remember me? Gerard Way, from high school.”

He leaned in the doorframe, looking past me to Ray. I sighed. “Look, something bad happened and I wanna go off the grid for a while. New license, passport, all that shit. Can you help me?”
Bob slapped my cheek convivially. “Anything for ol’ Geebear!”
I ducked the next smack and rolled my eyes. “Just let me in.”

Bob slid the cards across the table, smirking at me. “You owe me, hoe.”
I gagged, barely able to stomach the stench of the kitchen any longer. Ray was smoking on the couch and was too wrapped up in his own stink to care. Bob winked at me.
“Don't worry. Nothing gross. My friend opened this bar hotel thing downtown, with whores and shit. Mostly gay clientele. He's looking to get some more people showing up, I want you to go check it out, leave a review. A good one. As a favor, yeah?”

I stared at him. “Would this friend be Chris Motionless?”
Bob smirked. “Do you really need to ask?”
I snatched up the cards. “He's never gonna fuck you,” I snapped just before I left. Ray would find his own way home.

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