It was kinda of hard to believe that all of the chaos that had torn apart Varrigan City that anything would still be standing but somehow a small bar was still intact. Jack Caymen had just won Deathwatch and had taken down The Organizers. It was still gonna be a few hours before the US Government was gonna have the situation at least somewhat controlled. For Howard 'Buckshot' Holmes, he could care less about anything. For the whole night, he had witnessed the worst of humanity brutally kill each other while he and his co-commentator, former Deathwatch winner Kresse Kreely, had just laughed and insulted the contestants. Howard was currently sitting at the empty bar with his own bottle of scotch that he got for himself. The owner of the bar had probably been killed days ago.
"You've got to be kidding me! Of all the bars in this shit-hole city, I just happen to run into you in this!"
Kreese was standing at the doorway. Howard was just as surprised to see Kreese as well. Although, considering how wrecked the city was, this was probably one of the few bars still in one piece.
"I was thirsty for a drink. I went to two other bars but asshole looters got to it first. This was the only one I could find with full liquor cabinet."
"Wow, that's kinda of surprising. Mind if I take a seat?"
"You don't need to ask. I don't own this place." Kreese took a seat right next to Howard and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"Well, this was one hell of a night. I haven't seen a Deathwatch like that since I was participating!"
"Yea, kinda of surprised they went to these lengths though."
"Who the fuck cares! This was just awesome!"
"Yea, but still."
"You want to know something I just realized? The whole city was infected with the virus and the only way to get the cure was to kill someone."
"Well, who did you kill?"
"Dude, I'm a former champion. I was already allowed the cure just so I could do commentary. But, I know for a fact you weren't just given a cure. So, who did you kill?"
"Remember how we've been talking about my ex all night?"
"You didn't."
"Double barrel shotgun right to the head."
"Holy shit! I thought you were a fucking pussy!"
"Why do you think they call me 'Buckshot'?"
"I thought it was because your dick was shooting blanks."
"That too." Howard just began to just drink the scotch directly from the bottle.
"So what now, Kreese? The government will be here soon. We've both killed. They don't look kindly on that."
"Why the hell do you care? We just tell them we stole the cure from other guys. It's not like they have any proof of our actions."
"Well, that sounds easy. But, what do we now?"
"We can go back to my place."
"Wait, which one? The meth-lab trailer or the burned out apartment?"
"The meth lab, man! The apartment doesn't have a fucking TV."
"Alright. Let's get out of here."
"Do we leave the alcohol?"
"Fuck no! Grab all of it!"
"YES! WE'RE FUCKING LOOTING TONIGHT!"