“Like the puny pink nipple on the end of a pencil? Fuck that,” Skidmark snarled.
Pfft, hehe
“Um,” the boy drew out the noise, all too aware of his audience, probably unable to think straight.
“Scrub!” Skidmark shouted, and the crowd roared.
Sure, that works!
How in the hell was Scrub better than Eraser? In what insane reality?
It does sound a bit more insulting, but that’s the norm when it comes to what Skidmark calls his people, and I do think it’s more creative.
Eraser is a bit more immediately descriptive, but it’s like calling Skitter “Bug”. I think we all knew that wasn’t going to stick.
Skidmark waited until the noise of the crowd had died down before he raised the vial, “No point in you having a drink of this shit. Wouldn’t do sweet fuck all. Pick someone.”
Oh, he is doing what I suggested. Nice.
…watch as it turns out this guy is a friend of Bryce’s.
The boy stared at Skidmark, processing the words. He flinched as another flash occurred near him. A hand clutching one elbow, he turned toward the crowd. When he spoke, his voice was shaky, “R-Rick! Doug!”
Uh. Two names?
I’d assume there’s only enough for one in that vial.
Two people emerged from the massed people who stood around where the audience had been. One had blood running from his scalp to cover half his face, while the other was coughing violently, blood thick around his mouth and nose.
“Can… Can I give it to both? Can they share it?” the boy with the glowing hair asked.
No, if that were the case and Skidmark was aware of it, he would be looking for ten winners.
Skidmark chuckled, and it was a nasty sound with very little humor to it. “No, no. You definitely don’t want to do that. Pick one.”
Hm. Based on the way he’s talking, it really seems like Skidmark knows a few things about this stuff. Something about that “definitely” suggests that he knows what would happen if someone took a half-dose, and it’s not pleasant.
“Doug. Doug can have it.”
Rick might not be happy. At least until he sees what happens to Doug.
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