Pincers' story thingamajig - intro
Chapter 1: Introduction
An empty glass in hand, I lazily eye the faces of various people drinking and enjoying themselves in this pub. It isn't too crowded today. But such is the norm. I may also play a small part in the unpopularity of this establishment, myself.
I move up from the creaking chair and walk toward the bartender.
"Give me some of the old white, Wes." I say to him.
"The usual, then. One glass of milk, coming up." He responds.
This guy's name is Wesley. Beside being the owner and the sole employee at this old saloon I hang out at, he's also my stepbrother. I've already seen some folks wonder at how well the two of us get along despite not being related by blood. It's also thanks to him that I found a place to offer my "services".
I pick up the glass, ready to return to my spot where I spent sitting most of the day, when Wesley speaks to me.
"By the way, someone put up a poster for a job outside."
"If it's another one of those put up by kids as a prank where I'm drawn with a moustache and are threatening to kick puppies I'm gonna get mad, Wes."
"I think it's a real offer this time."
I nod, put down my glass and head outside. On the wall of the building I find a poster with a reward for capturing wanted criminals. The reward is 15,000 shilkers. Shilkers are the currency of our small but proud country, which was established after separating itself from our previous country over a dispute or whatnot. But we're not having a history lesson now. The wanted criminals are Eileen and Gus Borghe, a famous couple of thieves. Perhaps the most successful in this town.
I fit the paper into my jacket's pocket and head out into the streets.
"It's time to do the job, Wesson." I say to myself as I straighten my hat.
After all, I'm a bounty hunter.
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[Post-criticism revision. Thanks, Shin]
An empty glass in hand, I lazily eye the faces of various people drinking and enjoying themselves in this pub. Only a handful of guests today, but this place doesn't exactly teem with visitors at any given time. Perhaps I too am part of the reason why thisestablishment isn't very popular.
I move up from the creaking chair and walk toward the bartender.
"Give me some of the old white, Wes." I say to him.
"The usual, then. One glass of milk, coming up." He responds.
This guy's name is Wesley. Beside being the owner and the sole employee at this old saloon I hang out at, he's also my stepbrother. I've already seen some folks wonder at how well the two of us get along despite not being related by blood. It's also thanks to him that I found a place to offer my "services".
I pick up the glass, about to head back to my usual spot when Wesley speaks to me.
"By the way, someone put up a poster for a job outside."
"If it's another one of those where I'm drawn with a moustache and am threatening to kick puppies like what the kids put up as a prank,
I'm gonna get mad, Wes."
"I think it's a real offer this time."
I nod, put down my glass and head outside. On the wall I find a poster with a reward for capturing wanted criminals. The reward is 15,000 shilkers. Shilkers are the currency of our small but proud country, which was established after separating itself from our previous country over a dispute or whatnot. But we're not having a history lesson now. The wanted criminals are Eileen and Gus Borghe, a famous couple of thieves. Perhaps the most successful in this town.
I fit the paper into my jacket's pocket and head out into the streets.
"Time to get this job done, Wesson." I say to myself as I straighten my hat.
After all, I'm a bounty hunter.