Noodled
The Deuce Chronicles
Story 3 of 13
"This is disgusting," I said, shaking my hands, flinging mud everywhere. I had just finished helping Ray take down a mud monster thing, and I was COVERED.
"Hang on. I'll go get some towels. You get the soap. Go to the shop in town."
"Like this?" I referred to my muddy everywhere.
"Trust me. Knowing the nature of people, you'll get it free if you're covered in mud."
"Are you using me to get free stuff?" I made a gesture to signify crossing my arms. "Sheez, man. That's low."
"Do you want soap or not?" He asked.
"Fine." I put my hands down, rolling my eyes. "What kind of soap?"
"The red booth on the right, white bottles. Pick one." He turned away and walked to the house, his footsteps almost in an imaginary rhythm. He didn't have a little bounce in his walk as usual.
With a sliver of suspicion, I turned around and walked to the huge set of outdoor booths that is the store. "Red booth, white bottle," I repeated to myself as I looked at the many booths that had countless products.
Finally, I saw it. A booth run by a hooded figure. I looked at the bottles and saw one white one. I took it, and as I was about to leave, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, the hooded figure put his hand in the air, in a halting position.
I turned to face him, and gestured to my everywhere. He looked me over, and then waved me off.
It was not soap.
