[The sewers] were dim and hazy.
It was nearly dawn.
Sleepy calls gradually drowned out the noise and laughter.
A beer glass, its foamy head threatening to spill over, bumped against Black Panther's shoulder.
The man's eyes were vacant. He was clearly trying his hardest to stay awake and keep himself from swaying drunkenly.
But he looked like a live fish on a chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered.
He'd soon stop thrashing.
Just like me.
"I've got my eye on a girl."
The man said,
"She's fucking amazing."
"Fuck off. You've told everyone in this tavern that already, [Little Payton].
I'll give you the same answer as before—you should be getting in her pants, not just setting your sights on her!"
Black Panther slapped the man's cheek with his paw, nearly leaving a bloody scratch.
But nobody cared.
Little Payton shook his head.
"I'm not going to sleep with her. I can't. If I do, it won't be love anymore."
"Bullshit. Sleeping together is what makes it love. Even a turtle knows that!"
"I could sleep with her whenever I wanted! All I have to do is pay. I've got plenty of money!"
The man shook his head blearily, then stared straight at Black Panther, as if he were saying something he felt absolutely certain about.
"But paying is a transaction! If I don't pay, then I'm pursuing her! You get it? I've got my eye on her—I'm going to court her! You get it!?"
"I get it, I get it! 'Take the public carriage home with you,' huh? Don't worry. I'll definitely spend some money at your place someday!"
"Fuck you, I'm serious! She's different. I can tell she's different! I've made up my mind. Once I—once I pull off one more job, I'll get her out of