Scum of every kind packed the bar. Harris squeezed between two bounty hunters from Vox 5 and glanced down the ample bosom of Trixie as he made his way to the back. He paused at the end of the bar and ordered a shot of Twilight. The Howling Brothers from Luna 3 played on the stage. Lousy music. Harris gulped his drink and took a deep breath. No use delaying it any longer, no matter what he said, the boss was not going to be happy about things. Harris’ wandering hand as it shot up her shirt for a feel as she walked past. She had a good right hook, and the boss’ bodyguards had a good laugh as he picked himself up off the floor.
“He’s waiting for you, Harris.” The guards smirked as he walked past into the slime pit.
The slime pit could describe the entire bar, but it best fit the boss’ chamber. Rancid ooze clung to the floors and dripped from the ceiling. There was no avoiding it, and the best Harris hoped for was to not have a new hair style when he left – if he left.
“Boss.” Harris nodded and tried not to regurgitate his last meal.
Syll looked up from his meal, which had, at one point in time, been a young female. Human if Harris had to guess by the fried skin that lay discarded on the floor. Green saliva dripped from his mouth as his blue lips curled into a sneer.
“Harris. I hear you ran into trouble on Thorston 13.” Bits of food flung from his moist mouth as he spoke, and globs of clear and yellow slime slid down his face onto the plate. “You get what I wanted?”
Harris cleared his throat. “You know, Boss –”
“Excuse me, Sir, but the waitress would like to know if you are ready for another drink.”
The makeshift room shook as Syll laughed. “When am I never ready?”
Harris turned and watched as the bodyguard popped back into the bar. He took a deep breath and looked at Syll again.
“What are you waiting for, Harris?” Syll splattered Harris’ shirt with spit.
“You know, Boss, it was like this,” Harris said. “There I was on Thorston, getting ready to do the job, when –”
“Here you go.” Trixie brushed past Harris with a tray of drinks and chuckled.
Damn, can’t a guy get himself killed in peace! Still, not a bad last thing to see. “Don’t suppose you brought one for me, huh?”
Syll slapped Trixie on the ass soaking her skirt with ooze as she turned to leave. Harris closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He was the only one allowed to do that to her. Trixie ignored both men and left.
“Anyways, Boss,” Harris continued as Syll gulped the first drink. “I was there, and the supplier was there, but, well, you see, it was like…you okay, Boss?”
Syll’s face turned from blue to grey. His eyes bulged, and he clutched at his throat. Harris watched with disgusted fascination as his boss shriveled and dried.
“Um, Boss?” Harris nudged Syll’s corpse with his slime covered boot and watched as he rolled off the cushion onto the floor and disintegrated into powder. “Never mind then.”
Harris walked back into the bar. Trixie stood on the corpses of Syll’s bodyguards and laughed. No one in the bar seemed to notice or even care that there were now three corpses with them, but then again, this was the last place anyone got involved with another’s business.
“Hey, Harris.” Trixie smiled and whipped her magenta hair back over her shoulder. “Did he like my new drink?”
His mind wandered as he imagined her sun-touched skin in bed next to him. “Why’d you do that?”
Trixie grabbed him and pulled him into a deep embrace. “You’re my best tipper.”
Harris chuckled. “Man, I love this bar.”