People looked strangely at that ghostly face that seemed straight out of Erebo, he wasn’t the paragon of cleanness and etiquette. He went  home, took a shower and redid his hair. Regardless of this people still looked at him quite strangely because of the two huge bags under his eyes. People always looked at him strangely.


    <<Hey James>> said Pxan near a bar


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    <<Nah, I had just finished studying some books, the work of an archivist is pretty hard.>>


    <<I know>>


    Pxan looked at him strangely


    <<Yeah, a few people got the promotion to archivist and most of them renounced the job.>>


    <<And to those who retained the promotion?>>


    <<They usually went to work elsewere>>


    <<Oh…>>


    A little pause followed <


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    <<Nah>>


    The bar was quite huge, hosting even a bowling room and a dance floor.


    <<Have you ever played bowling?>>


    <<No, never.>>Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    <<Ok, then I will show it to you>>


    The two of them passed the late afternoon playing bowling and drinking, Pxan didn’t liked the beer, found it too racy, but liked the fruit cocktails. James had no problems of this kind.


    He had drunk one or two drinks when Pxan asked him about the Bad Mace story


    <<Oh...that old-Hick-story…?>> James had drunk more than two drinks


    <<So when I was a little child I always admired my dad...you know he was a district security manager, he represented the state…>>


    This far Pxan knew.


    <<Then one day I found out that my dad was a freaking corrupt and bad man! He went with women, despite the fact that he was against polygamy and polygamy was illegal...what I am saying...those were wenches. Yes, my father went to wrenches...after I found out that...I didn’t had much trust in the state. Too much trash and stink, and all those laws and stuff...after that I stopped being a normal student and I started to...you know being a vandal.>>


    <<How did you enter the police then?>>


    <<For that you have to thank one of my father friends, you see even if my dad was in prison, he still is to this day, the fact that such a high ranking child behaved as a scavenger...well it hurted his friends image. At that time I wasn’t really doing anything, no one wanted to hire one like me and I got threatened to another retrocession of district; so I accepted with the added clause that I won’t destroy or vandalize things anymore. So if you see that I am lazy or always tired you know why...Hey you! Yes another drink please>>


    When they finished James couldn’t walk properly, they took the night metro and returned home. Pxan knew too well all the cases of drunk employers being shoot at this time, James didn’t seem to care. After a bit, he found James apartment, two blocks away from Pxan apartment. His apartment, well it was a standard apartment. Not much out of place or very different from his own. He put James in his bed, said goodnight and looked out of the little window.


    It was deep night, did he really wanted to run such a risk? Considering his walking speed he would take forty minutes to arrive at his apartment and for what? For sleeping in an identical bed?


    He removed his shoes and socks and slept surrounded by the warmness of James sofa. He borrowed its alarm clock and set it, and fall asleep again in a deep black sleep.