Lupin Lynchbit - Chapter 2 Hal

“Come to the Neon Drape, Hellenic Cities hottest nightclub.” A radio announcer as the sunset and the city woke. Lights grew broader brighter rivaling the galaxies. Hellenic was a booming city. A home for dreamers, a place for the young grew and make there own. Hellenic had come to rival an eighteen century New York City.

Upon the outskirt of Hellenic, laid tall bricked flats. That homed to college and university students. Sixty-Four feet tall, white and brown building. On it, the nineteenth floor slept a boy. The walls white and decorated. It’s windows elongated above the bed.

He rolled out the single bed strolled to the nightstand near him. Muted the small radio/alarm clock. The boy reached for the landline receiver then pocked button. As the light on the pale home phone flashed.

“Ahw seven their-.” The time changed to fortieth. As the gradual building livened up so did the city outside. He could hear someone yell outside his hallway about getting to the laundry room. The sounds of action an explosion cold be heard from neighboring flats because of the thin white walls. He swaggered to a small door, then processed to rummage.

“Lupin rehearsal has been canceled for tonight. So take the night off.” An old voice played cheerily. After the beep.

“Thanks, Mr. Spear you really made my night.” he lamented sarcastically groaning the words. The boy walked into the kitchen kneeled down. He opened an imp size fridge. A bright light presented, ketchup packs and a half bottle of root beer.

He threw on some black khakis. A white shirt and a heavy orange coat. He stepped out after locking the door behind him. The moment he stepped out into the edge of the softly lit hallway colored tan eggshell reeked of chicken Ramon noodles.

“Excuse me, what floors the gym?” A girl bumped into Lupin. Holding a tubular black one strapped to her shoulders. She gave a wide faint smile.

“Ahm . . . on floor sixty.” He glanced back at a brunet. Who’s sent of Jasmin zapped Lupin out of his sleepy state? He rushed to the chocolate glazed elevator. Oddly enough the door seemed to open for him. Lupin quickly stepped in and pressed an engraved north star button.

As he descended music played

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The boys parted ways, as Lupin went towards the campus exit.

He could hear an electronic bell signaling the city light rail.

He searched his pockets. All that could be found was a pack of gum. An electronic flats key card. A few shelling inside the orange coat pocket.Then cringed his face in detecting, he continued on his dreary way.

A few blocks away he spotted it, the Wuhan Noodle Cart. The place tended to move around the city frequently. Aside from his native cooking. Lupin attempted to cut through the masses even faster.

The crosse roads had become jaded. Holy and Central was where four roads intersect. Traffic on a night like this was the equivalent of a mosh pit. The boy took delight in the crowd. For a half, the quoter of them did not reek.

He made to a backed up club line. To proceed Lupin had to take an ally nearby. The city wasn’t vender craze. So it was rare to come across one, any given day.

“Watch it imp!” Hefty men bumped into Lupin. As he exited the alleyway. “Ditto, I was just . . . excuse me.” The boy mumbled as the large men walked off.

Hellenic city’s citizens weren’t known for their manner.

Lupin took a seat on a wooden bar chair. The stand had slinky like red lanterns hanging from each end. The counter was made of red oak. That had been polished to a pulp. A bamboo turned cup, held numerous pair of chopsticks.

“Hi’ol Lupin.” Smiled a tanned aged man, in a black chefs uniform. He dashed to greet the boy. The man then whipped the oak counter table.

“How’s your lychnobite.” he inquired as for the sizzle echoed in the back. He rushed to a bulbs black pot. Handling the wood handle, wail seasoning it.

[10:32 PM]

“Well, my Doctor said, I’d get used to it. With my medic background and all.” He stated as he leaned

“Hmm . . . what will it be?” The boy could spot the man cutting up something. Lupin leaned back to his chair.

“Come on Wai.” He sighed as he glanced around. The stand seemed cleaner. Yet no customer could be seen in sight.

“Don’t worry about my kid, it doesn’t really pick till after happy hour.” He threw a glance at Lupin.

“One bowel of roman chicken seasoned coming up. The dumplings will take a tad longer.” He exclaimed with a smile.

“So you seeing anyone?” The question was so out of the blue. All he could do was stare at the table.

“At the moment no, I’m trying to get a financially stable gig before I start courting.” It made sense but having stated that way. Made Wai chuckle none stop.

“Here . . . kid – ” Wai presented a black bawl of steaming roman noodles. Wail he attempted to catch his breath.

“May I get the dumplings to go. The campus has a strict rule about my position.” Lupin clipped the chopstick as Wai turned. The boy lowered his head and whispered a prayer.

[11:07 PM]

Lupin clipped and blew on a strand of noodles. Wai would at a time through bell peppers mushrooms and dill sprinkled on top.

“Take it from me. All you need to do is make one girl laugh. That’s how you get one, keeping me around is talk for next time.” He cracked his neck. All the kid could be blown and slurp noodles.

“Who said I can’t get one?” He mumbled in detest. Wai gave him a stern look. As Lupin paused and gulped.

“Sorry, but getting is easy. I mean look at me?” Lupin regretted it the moment he recalled. That he had bags under his eyes. As well as bed hair.

“Don’t Wai, just Don’t,” Wai smirked hold back a laugh. At the corner of his eye. He spotted a group heading his way. Lupin would tune out every customer. That filled the four extra chair beside him.

“Rice wine please.” A soft low tone requested. As she took a seat right next to him. Lupin continued to stuff his mouth.

“Here’s to, here’s you I guess.” She lifted a bottle turned to Lupin. To her, the boy looked like deranged stuffed mouth chipmunk.

“Hmm.” He said acknowledged her but yet mumbled something.

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” Lupin caught himself as Wai was tending to another customer.

“What another city aside Hellenic, would let you drink at the age of fifteen.” She teased as he scanned her head to toe. She wore a head bun choker, dark eyelashes. Along with a black knee size dress.

[12:11 AM]

“Look at me like that again and you’ll get these hands.” She started taking a sip.

“You mean claws right barbie.” Lupin teased spotting her original golden roots. Then the boy continued eating.

“Claws, let us see them.” Wai teased from behind the counter. She snarled at the banter. Then paid for the drink. She casually placed shellings near Lupin’s bowel.

“I apologize miss-” the boy managed to hold a nugget of noodle in his left cheek. He would proceed to slide the shillings back.

“Even if his family, he’s gotta pay for himself.” Remarked Wai bagging the dumpling into a stair a foam box. Then bagged and placed it on the table.