The Fort Street bus was a good barhopping bus. Never crowded, always on time, abuelas and college kids.
Frake and Powder both had decent cars, but they weren’t stupid. Five, maybe six bars, then a short ride to River Rouge.
Kid in an Evil Dead shirt eyed ‘em up.
Powder was an armorer who looked like a movie star, and Frake was a stuntman who had done enough one line and day player gigs that a movie nerd might recognize him.
Shit, his one line to Tiffany Warbash’s oversized cleavage had made the trailer of Party Parasite III.
Kid next to the kid in the Evil Dead shirt was livestreaming a monologue, Frake swore he heard some movie names.
The Evil Dead kid kept glancing.
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