Post by Noah on Jan 1, 2009 12:02:22 GMT -5
The newcomer's head whips up as he's surprised by the DJ. His hands tighten aound the shotgun, his finger sliding to the trigger. After seeing the noodles in the bartenders proffered hand, he takes off his hood and looks up. He gingerly takes the bowl, holding it like some sort of treasure. He stares at it and simply says "Warm food," before plunging into it and slurping down the noodles, using fingers in liu of forks.
In a slow voice, the newcomer says "My name is Noah" He stops and stares at the empty bowl. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a trio of cans. Even through the dirt, the DJ can read "Budweiser" across the front, the distinctive crown underneath.
"For you," Noah says, offering them to the DJ., "I found them a few nights ago in a grocery store." As he talks, his voice grows stronger and speech comes more easily. "They're still good," he continues, "I drank the other three when I found them. I was saving these for something, guess this is it."
In a slow voice, the newcomer says "My name is Noah" He stops and stares at the empty bowl. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a trio of cans. Even through the dirt, the DJ can read "Budweiser" across the front, the distinctive crown underneath.
"For you," Noah says, offering them to the DJ., "I found them a few nights ago in a grocery store." As he talks, his voice grows stronger and speech comes more easily. "They're still good," he continues, "I drank the other three when I found them. I was saving these for something, guess this is it."