2075: 86ing the 88s Options

[mister__joshua]

Jan
Monday, 25 November, 10:22; Roxy's Diner, Downtown, Seattle Metroplex

Jan approached the diner from across the street. He'd contacted Al the night before to arrange the meet. 10:30, but he wanted to get there early to check it was legit. Now, crossing towards the diner he saw Al, sitting at an outside table, drink in hand, grinning at him like it's 2 old friends out for a jolly.

"Get inside you fokking madman" Jan muttered as he passed Al and headed into the diner. He heard the cowboy snort a laugh. "And don't tell me to relax. That's all you ever say. 'Relax.' Well this shit ain't going away and it's time we made it go away. I dunno where you've been holed up, probably your cousin's pussy, but for me it's not been a fun couple of months. I thought I left this shit behind in Azania, sleeping in boxes in fokking squats. I've got Nuyen now. Nah, fok that shit. We need this sorted now so I can get back to plush hotel rooms and high prices hookers.

They'd been moving as he spoke. They'd ordered, but the waitress didn't stick around. When Jan was ranting it wasn't very welcoming withing a few meters of him. Al was still smiling, sitting back in his booth. That infuriated Jan even more. He wanted to slap him. But he knew deep down he'd grown fond of the daft bastard. He hadn't noticed the waitress return, but there was a plate of pancakes and a fresh jug of coffee on the table. Well, at least the meet wouldn't be a total bust...