FLASH~BACK
Clink, splash, drink...
Sitting at a bar, laughing like nothing's wrong, opening the bottles, and neglecting the rest of the group was so incredibly predictable The walls are black and trimmed in gold. The stools, tables, and dead people filling the seats give off the atone of fine dining. The silver is real. Your hair is fake. From the drains in the floor puddles up a blood red liquid. It's not wine.
Guzman is a party boy at heart. Kodak and Polo always follow suit. The one thing they got from their father was to always entertain the idea of a good time. Farmer Green, at their age, never missed a corn field party. Where else do you think he met Nancy.
Markov was spinning his lover Luceria, making her laugh beneath torch light. They are so in,.. love...
Carla is so sparkly with her bubble gum colored glass and bubble gum-colored lips. Those bright doll eyes and hair so bright she could be a light bulb. An idea of what boys think when their offered temptation. She is a walking weakness.
Marina and Polo love to challenge one another. Kodak sips on a glass of wine and wonders what might be going on around them. Philipe leans over the back of one of the stools and looks between Kodak and the mahogony bar top considering what to say. A prince in an under ground air port on a rescue mission doesn't just fall in love with the brother of the kid who's missing. That's not how books are written. Even still Philip likes Kodak.
Patrick sits between Carla and Nadia and the three of them begin discussing something completely irrelevant to the story and to them selves.
"Did you guys know that rats eat bar soap to slow down their thoughts." Says Patrick. Marina and Polo look over at the three of them who've just engagued in a topic worth listening too.
"Really?" Asks Carla.
Nadia presses this, "They eat anything don't they?"
"Yes but bar soap for them is-" Patrick raises a glass, "Tequilla for us."
Kodak walks over behind them all and pops a bottle of sangria on the flat surface right in front of Patrick, "Tequilla's a hell of a choice. Given the day just started and all."
"You think you're better than a Rat?" Asks Patrick, all snooty and turned around in his seat.
Kodak rolls his eyes and walks away with his dignity. Out into the wide corridor just outside the food court where the escalators are no longer in use and all the departure boards are blank.
Philipe, the prince, follows him out.
Nervously, royalty speaks, "You didn''t have to stay behind with us, you know."
"I just found out I have a brother. I can't lose him too." Says Kodak.
Philipe nods and walks past a set of out-of-date snack machines labeled in a dead language to the boy standing alone beneath low hanging lights that are giving off a soft hum in their dull blue hue.
"Now, I don't know too much about Polo but I do think- after all we've been through- it's safe to say he's not the type to be lost unless he wants to be." Says Philipe
There's a shift in the air. The hum goes quiet. Kodak's eyes go to the top of the escalators.
Philipe begins to ramble on in a series of short stories about how fucking crazy their group is.
"Shhh." Says Kodak.
Philipes offended, probably from the whisky, "What? I thought-"
"Shh..." Repeats Kodak.
The two of them look into the distance and the rumble shakes everything around them. It comes like tide. Something blue, shiny, and bublus. Like duct tape on bubble wrap. The sound of clicking, loud, ever increasing, and hungry.
"Run." Whispers Kodak, then he's yelling, "RUUUN!"