The Rubber Burner

[Toxic Residue]

#The sun rises over the desert, the sand glistening as it does, a wavy haze is created by the heat and a soft wind carries lose sand into the distance. Faint music is heard followed by crackling sounds. A man, cigarette hanging from his lips, leather jacket hung over his shoulder walks across the Diner, The sound of his steps hanging in the air... He stops in front of the jukebox creating the noise, inhaling deeply on the cigarette smoke he gives it a kick. The jukebox springs back to life singing the final part of The Joker, with a smile the man spins on his heel and returns to his seat at the bar. He taps the rim of his glass and the bar tender tops up his whisky.#

Anyone out back Carl? #His voice is low, probally due to the hangover that he's been trying to drink away.#

Nah, just the fella you see sleeping over their. #Between cleaning glasses Carl points to the Killjoy sleeping over a table.#

Ahh.#He takes a gulp of his drink.# He had a good night... #He smerks.# When did the others leave?

 'Bout Three hours ago. #Nowadays the diner was more like a drunken hut, but in their eyes what else was their to do. A group of 4 arrived yesterday afternoon heading towards Zone 5, no one special standard Killjoys looking for somewhere to rest their heads. It didn't take long for things to start warming up and before you know it a party started, attracting attention both wanted and un-wanted#

Right.#He stands, swaying slighty, pulling the flies up on his leather trousers.#  Reservations?

Nah. #The place also had a couple of spare rooms with room to sleep. Anyone could stay free of charge.#

Perfect. #He grabs the bottle from the bar and walks outside, the door closes and a sign swings back and forth before falling onto a dead Dracs body reading "Welcome to The Rubber Burner. Dracs will be shot on sight, Surviors will be dragged by car across the desert by drunk 'joys."#
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*I take a gulp from the bottle and throw it to the side, it lands on the sand without breaking. Could do with restocking... I watch my boots shift through the sand while trying to fight the coming hangover, adjusting my glasses to block out the rising sun.* I feel like raiding... *I finish the cigarette and flick it away before returning inside.*