jager bomb [avalon blitz]

"what the fuck do you mean you don't have any blow? what the fuck!" i punched him in the face and stormed out the bar, stopping only to snatch a bottle of bourbon from behind the counter and throw it at his face. what the fuck kinda dealer runs out of blow on a thursday night? not any kind i wanted to fuck with.

i stepped out into the streets and the familiar squeaks of dashing mice and chasing cats echoed into the night. i needed to find a fucking dealer, or better someone to steal some shit off. the bank of briske was not currently running that well. definitely needed some oil in this machine. but i'd make something work. i always did.

ducking under a low hanging doorway, i made my way into a new bar and walked straight up the bar. some bitch was in the stool beside me, head hanging down over her drink. i scoffed. "dude, hit me with a jager bomb." i said to the bartender, before turning my head and finding an opportunity for a free drink. "make that two."