Apakah Mata Minus Bisa Lolos Polwan の小説・ストーリー

“He keeps me flush with the good shit and I’m always happy to share. Plus, I’ve never believed that it’s good for a man to drink, or smoke, alone. Isn’t that right, Warthog?” Through the haze of smoke, I could barely make out the rather furry man seated at the end of a large leather sofa. Warthog, who I thought looked a bit like Cheech, or was it Chong, simply smiled through his bushy black and grey beard. Causing his eyes to disappear behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “We’re not sitting, because we’re not staying,” Minus said, clearly pissed. “Actually, she can sit all she wants.” He motioned to me. “What the fuck do I care, but I’m outta here,” he said, turning to leave.

Did he think I was just a piece of paper he could read at will? “So, do you still want a tattoo, or did you change your mind?” Chris asked. Finally, Marcus shifted his eyes away from me and focused on him. “I still want one.” Chris nodded, then smiled at me. “So, Miss Ella, we’re done. I hope you’ll check them out and give me your thoughts.” I looked at him and nodded. “Can you bring me a mirror?” “Of course. It’s right here.” He pulled aside a curtain, revealing a mirror. I stood in front of it and slipped off my jacket. I couldn’t believe I did that with Marcus watching.