Epilogue
4 Months Later
Bartender's PoV
"Hey! Eyes up here, I'm taken y'know!" I say to the old little pedo staring at my tits. Fucking slob.
"I'll ask ye again, what do ye want?" I ask the old man.
"I'll take a beer, thanks." He says, and I put the glass under the pouring station. The news is on the TV, some people are whining to me about putting the fucking football on, but I the rest of us will have the fucking news on all day, thank ye very much. All that's on is the same fucking gibberish about that missing woman or something…
"Hey! Where do you think you're going!" I hear behind me. I hand the beer to the old pedo motherfucker and I begin watching the scene in front of me.
"You're actually a fucking slob, now get the fuck away from me you fucking dickhead!" Some woman starts screaming at this poor drunk bastard.
"W-what? Come back here y-you bitch!" He suddenly grabs her and pins her down on a table. Jesus Christ, not again.
All of a sudden, this young lad grabs the fucker, slams his head into the counter, pressing the dude's face on the counter while he smashes a bottle on the counter and holds it to his neck.
"You done, bub?" He says.
"Let go of me you fucking crazy bastard!" He says.
"Then stay the fuck away from the lady, got it?" He says. The dude nods, and he lets go, making him run out of here scared as fuck. He then walks up to the counter.
"I'll take some water, thanks." He hands me a fiver and I fill it up for him. I pass him the drink as he stares at the TV.
"That's sad, isn't it? Can't bear to know what it feels like to be one of the people that care about those who just, disappear." I say, but he's still staring as he takes a sip.
"You know this lady or something?" He says.
"Yeah, you could say that." He says, moving his eyes from the TV to me.
"I've been coming here for like, the last week now." He says.
"Alright. Why? Um, thinking maybe?" I ask him.
"Yeah, thinking. A whole lot of thinking." He says.
"Mind I take a guess to what you're thinking about?" I ask him, and he nods.
"Alright, well, maybe your thinking how this situation could turn out?" I say, but he shakes his head.
"Hmm, your thinking about the future?" I say, and he nods his head.
"Alright then. Hmm, you thinking about, maybe optimistic things?" I ask. He begins to laugh a bit.
"What, what is it?" I ask.
"Nearly everyone says these things. I'm not thinking about that." He says as he takes another sip.
"Well, do you mind telling me what you think?" I ask him. He downs the rest of the drink, before setting the glass down.
"Revenge." He says, before he gets up and walks out the door. I think about that for a second, but my attention is diverted elsewhere when even more of these fucking pedos are staring at me.
"I'm taken!" I tell them. I take a look at the TV, that stupid news report still on.
"A new development about the disappearance about Liane Cartman, who disappeared from the town of South Park 3 weeks ago. Well now, it has been revealed to us, that her son, Eric Cartman, has also been reported missing, ever since this time last week." The reporter says.