(Jeremiad) The War called Peace

Elmer lifted his pant leg to reveal the small iron, then he pulled the bigger one holstered out of his trench coat pocket, her eyes grew large and said, "That’s a big gun you gots there Elmer, sir."

"There’s a new sheriff in town, toots." They both roared with laughter, it was a long time either of them had done so, and with such peace of mind.

"Look I got to go in. I do hope you all come back, I’d like that detective, very much so." She was flirting they both knew it, and they both enjoyed it.

"Try to keep me away, dear lady." She smiled and waved goodbye, she wanted, and he wanted her to kiss him, but that was too much too soon, and they both knew it. He watched her walk back inside, turning to give another little friendly wave, and then she was gone. What he didn’t know was in four days he’ll return nursing a bullet wound and worse, a broken heart, and she’ll be there to help him mend, and they’ll find true happiness at last, together.

"Where are all the damn cabs?" He muttered as he lit another smoke. It was getting cold and Detective Cohen was getting sleepy; the world began to spin ever so slowly. "Uh, uh! But I might get sick slim." "What? Can you hold on?" "Yeah sure." Detective Joon looked around and notice a hotel, it looked dirty but it’ll do. "Come on kid, we’ll get a room. You can sleep it off." He carried his partner through the double doors, the stench was awful. "Slimmm! That smells awful!" "Just hang on!" He carried him to the front desk and an old man who looked like he was eating something came from the back, by the expression it was probably a lemon, but he was sure it was the old guy’s dentures. "Hello there sir, we like a room, preferably a double." The old man took a look at both of them and looked a second glance. "Eh? Speak up! Don’t mumble boy!" Then his twin came out from behind the back area, it was him, with a dress.

"Scary." said the drunken detective Cohen

. "What Pa? What’s going on? I say what’s happening here?" She shouted, in a most annoying tone, Elmer was losing his buzz fast. "Eh? What! What! Rose please! Cant you see these two men want a room?" He returned her shout and tone.

"Please slim, hurry" Detective Cohen put his head down on the counter, as if it would help.

"Is that boy on drugs we don’t tolerate you hippies drugging out here! I say we-"

Elmer stopped him and assured him that was not the case, after a few minutes of a shouting match, they got their key "502, just opened up." The one who wore the dress and was scolded as ‘Rose’ told the detectives. Detective Joon helped his partner to the elevator, an awkward show. "That string bean of a boy, sure as the summers sky’s blue, that boys on marajuwanna!" One of the old couple could be heard yelling as the repugnant elevator swallowed them up in its nasty cage and taken them to the fifth floor; Detective Joon could smell the faint scent of Chanel#5, as the door opened and into the future they stumble, not knowing what evil it brings.

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The rain kept falling so the streetwalker and her date ran from the parking garage to the front of the hotel using most of the awnings as shelter.

They entered the hotel, it seemed lifeless like a ghost town save for the fat guy and his obviously drunk, tall companion at the counter, exchanging shouts with the old timers.