Author: Ponderosa
Pairings: None.
Warnings: [R] Post-film.
Notes: For lil neko.
Change for a Five
He walks in like he owns the place, and pulls out a wad of cash out of the ugly little leather pack on his hip. He rustles through it, slaps twenty dollars American on the counter and says, "I want to buy a hat."
He probably thinks he can impress you with the money, believes he'll find cheaper thrills and cheaper women down here come Mexico way. You quietly sneer your contempt at him. Dumbfuck tourist.
His eyes are hidden behind glasses fifteen years out of style, and he makes up words when he thinks you don't understand him. "I want-o to buy an el hat-o," he says, speaking slow, but gesturing with quick fingers first at his head and then at the racks above and behind you.
"Of course, senor," you say, all smiles, the fuck you hidden behind your teeth. "Which one would you like?"
"I don't care," he says. "Just give me something that'll keep the fucking sun off my head."
You pick one off the rack. "How about this one, senor?"
He doesn't bother to answer, doesn't even look at the "Shit Happens, Amigo" written over a brim spattered with fake bird guano, he just fits it over his head, and you realise he didn't look because it wouldn't do any good.
The fucking tourist is blind. The man has no eyes in that pretty face of his.
You smile and give him change for a five.
He clucks his tongue. "It's wrong to try and cheat a blind man," he says, flipping back his jacket and pulling a gun.
You're still smiling when you hit the floor and the money flutters down around you.
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to their respective copyright owners, like Robert Rodriguez. Plot, if you can call it that, belongs to Ponderosa.