A Random Exchange - ´Burgundy`

“So, this woman is leading us down this corridor and it´s all burgundy. The floors, the walls, the ceiling, and then she opens this big door, and shows us into this burgundy room, again everything is burgundy. The drapes, the carpet, there were even burgundy candles that were sending off this weird burgundy glow…”

 

“Well no, that´s not right.” Johnny interrupted.

 

“What?” asked Kevin.

 

“The candlelight. It wasn´t actually burgundy.” Johnny clarified. “Obviously, it was more of a yellowy white. Flames don´t burn red.”

 

“Alright whatever. Point is, there was a lot of fucking burgundy…” Kevin said, before continuing his story. “Anyways, she´s taking us in this burgundy room… the place looks like some classy brothel… only instead of a bed, there is a dock off wooden desk in the middle of the place. You know, the proper old wood sort that you´d see in Dumbledore´s office… Now low and behold guess who´s sat behind the desk?” Kevin continued before anyone had the chance to speak. “Tell him Johnny.”

 

“Bill Tunn…”

 

“Bill fucking Tunnridge!” Kevin interrupted, “sat there like he owned the place.”

 

“Well he did Kev,” interjected Johnny.

 

“And then this loon here,” Kevin put his arm round Johnny, “goes and pulls his gun, straight out… no fucking about, and strides over to old Billy… And then, tell him what you did.”

 

“I walked over to the desk…”

 

“You won´t fucking believe this.” Kevin again interrupted.

 

“I walked up to the desk and pointed the gun at Billy…”

 

“And then…” Kevin nodded eagerly, “go on!”

 

“I shot.” Johnny finished.

 

“He only went and missed though didn´t he…” Kevin did not wait a beat, “three feet… as near as I am to you now, and he goes and fucking misses! Well then… Jesus, the shit hit the metaphorical fan! The girl screaming… bodyguards running in, and Bill Tunnridge being escorted from the room, bodies covering him like he was the fucking president… we had to shoot our way out. Bullets flying, this way and that… it was like the fucking matrix, but without the sunglasses, and less leather… We barely made it out alive.”

 

Kevin chuckled to himself for a moment, raising a hand drying a stray tear that leaked from one eye. There was then a moment where no one spoke, an unexpected but welcomed silence, until Kevin broke it once more.

 

“Any way, don´t really matter… Matt was waiting for old Billy boy in his car… at least he didn´t miss…” Kevin grabbed Johnny in a playful headlock. “Fucking burgundy everywhere.”

 

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