“Anyone else want to complain?” Jaw asked.
Nobody did. I was surprised at how quickly people backed off and went back to whatever they’d been doing before.
Speak now (and get beaten to a pulp) or forever hold your peace.
Jaw collected two red elastics, put a hand on the small of Brooks’ back and nudged him inside.
The interior was so crowded we could barely navigate, and it was rank with the sweet and sour smells of sweat and garbage that had just started to reek. Body lice had found hosts with a full fifth of the people here, and more were spreading to new hosts in the shoulder to shoulder press of the crowd.
This place is just fantastic.
The tide of bodies around us might have crushed us if our bodyguards weren’t clearing the way.
Surprise! It’s a Tide ad.
…actually, no, this whole arrangement manages to be the opposite of a Tide ad.
Senegal and Minor simply pushed through the crowd with enough force that some fell over, while Jaw and Brooks followed our group. Nobody complained too loudly, and from the way others took it in stride, it seemed this was the norm.
Of course, because they can’t have any sort of decency at this arrangement! That would be wild.
Here, I was coming to understand, might made right.
Yeah, sounds about right.
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