Cake by Wifety
The Charming Monkey, Part 9
"Mister Puchenko!", a voice boomed from across the hallway. The nasally guy had my head trapped facing away from the voice, but I recognised it immediately.
"That is no way to treat our guests", said Vadas. I heard his footsteps as he walked down the steps, that lead to the double doors. Nasally guy didn't loosen his grip.
"What kind of a guest brings a piece to the party?", he said. Vadas was close. I could hear him breathing. It was heavy. He was out of shape. I was trying to turn my head, keeping my eyes on Puchenko when I saw a hand move swiftly into view. The grip that held me down was suddenly released, as the back of Vadas's hand struck Puchenko across the face. The arms that were holding me down were now heading to his face, in preparation for another attack. The second attack never came. The force of the first threw Puchenko forward over the counter, and he began to cower away from Vadas. The lobby was silent.
"Come, Mister Cane", said Vadas, in a calm voice, "please accept my apologies for Mister Puchenko". I slowly got to my feet, and looked at Puchenko who was nursing his jaw.
"Not a problem", I replied, dusting myself off. My knee was hurting, but not as much as Puchenko's face. "Not the nicest of welcome for a guy that's helping you out".
"No, but there was really no need to bring weapons into my establishment", replied Vadas, "It does show a certain lack of... respect".
"I respect my safety".
"And you are quite safe here".
"Tell that to my knee", I snorted. Vadas smiled.
"You may collect your gun from the reception when you leave Mister Cane. Mister Puchenko will take care of it for you, won't you?" Vadas turned to Puchenko.
"Yes", he hissed, still rubbing his cheek, which was turning an impressive shade of red.
"Come, Mister Cane", chirped Vadas, opening his palm, and stretching his arm towards the double doors at the top of the staircase. "The excitement has already started inside. Fortis is drawing quite the crowd". I looked at Vadas and attempted a smile. I was liking this situation less and less. I began to walk, feeling a stabbing pain in my knee whenever I place weight on it. Once I had gone past Vadas he turned and began to follow me. I began to walk up the stairs, and I looked back at Puchenko who shot me a look of disdain. I don't think I had made a new friend there.
I reached the double doors, and two silhouettes behind them began to move. Hands made for the handles and the doors were opened from the inside by two girls dressed in short skirts and glitter. I stepped inside and was met with the most remarkable sight I had ever seen.