Jamie
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“But I worked hard all day!” Marco bursts out.
“And it's not our fault. We're short on funds with this project so I can't just pay a passerby without a contract. I'm gonna get into trouble if I pay you.”
“Please,” Marco kneels clasping his hands to beg. “I just want something to eat!”
“I'm sorry, Marco,” says the boss. “Please leave the site immediately.”
His stomach growls as he stands up with his trembling knees. “But can I ask where this ‘Jamie’ is right now?”
“I'd be glad to tell you,” says Emma, adjusting her glasses and smiling. She emits a sinister aura.
“Emma?” her boss asks.
Bass music fills the space inside the bar where people are drinking and dancing all together. Lights flash and lasers point at every corner. Jamie is sitting on a couch, surrounded by three hostesses, laughing at his jokes no matter how dumb he sounds. One of them is sitting sideways on his lap and the other two are at each of his sides.
He tickles the hostess that's sitting on his lap and tries to touch her somewhere but she slaps his hand. “Hey, no touching!” she forbids.
“Oh, come on,” he grumbles. “I thought we connected.”
“That doesn't mean you can touch me.”
“How about you, ladies?” he asks the two at his sides. They shake their head. “How much do you ladies want then?”
“A thousand each,” they answer.
“That's asking for too much but fine, I'll pay!”
“How do we know you have that kind of money?”
“I do and-”
“YOU!!!” screams someone on the dancefloor.
“Marco?” he asks.
“YOU TRICKED ME!!!” he screams.
“Hey!” yells the bouncer who's chasing him.
The hostess on Jamie's squeals when he tosses her to the side, saying, “Gotta go, ladies.”
He jumps over the couch to land behind it, avoiding Marco's dive. The couch gets tipped back, throwing the hostesses to the floor. The bouncer couldn't catch him because he turns his attention to the hostesses.
“You b*stard!” he curses as the two took their chase into the streets.
“Coming through!” Jamie yells, going through the crowd of people before a pedestrian lane.
Not waiting for the light to go green, he crosses the road, jumping over the passing cars. Marco stops running and is surprised that he can do those things.
“You're a demigod all this time!!” he roars.
“You're a demigod with no sense?”Jamie mocks. “Pathetic.” He gives him a salute from the other side of the road. Then he runs away, leaving Marco cursing in the street. The people are moments away from calling the police to deal with this madman covered in mud.
In an alley, Jamie whistles as he walks. He shakes his head and blinks a couple of times. “That guy sure sobered me up,” he mutters. “Why is he so desperate for a couple of drachmae?”
“Because I'm starving—that's why!!”
“What?!”
“Argh!!” Marco screams, coming from above.
In a simple manner, Jamie just steps to the side, avoiding him. Marco hits the concrete ground face-first and it cracks instead of his face.
“You!” he growls, pushing himself off of the ground. “Give me... my money!”
“No can do,” says Jamie, lighting up a cigar in his lips. He blows smoke. “I spent the money on those hot babes. If you were so civilized enough not to chase after me like a wild dog, I could've let you enjoy their company with me.”
Barely on his feet, Marco points at him with a crooked finger. “I need... the money... food.”
“Fine,” Jamie sighs. “I'll treat you to some food.”
In an instant, Marco's face goes from being an inch closer to death, into being the man that sees the bright tomorrow full of hope and prosperity. Jamie is discombobulated, wondering why Marco got starved in the first place.
He takes him to a nearby street where people are selling their goods and other products. Marco follows behind, eyes widening at the sight of the large apple stand. People are avoiding him because of his stench and mud all over him.
The customers choosing apples from the apple stand are avoiding him. The owner notices and frowns at him, yelling, “Get out of here!”
“Sorry!” he apologizes and walks faster to catch up with Jamie.
When he's finally behind him, Marco notices that Jamie has two apples, one in each hand behind his back. He gestures for Marco to take the apple in his last hand. He grabs it and takes a bite from it. The flavor of the apple explodes in his mouth. It's like butter for him as he chews and swallows, finishing the apple in a single minute.
Panting, he wipes his mouth and asks, “How did you-”
Jamie grabs a shirt from the pile of assorted clothes of a vendor without anyone noticing except Marco. When they got far enough, Jamie gives the shirt to him while taking a bite from his apple.
“You're welcome,” he says.
“Hey, this is wrong!” Marco whispers. “You should pay them!”
“You want it or not?”
After a second of hesitation, Marco decides to take it. Jamie smiles at him. Not a moment later he steals another thing. This time, it's underwear and pants.
“Hey!” shouts a woman from the stall they stole from. “Thief!”
“Run,” says Jamie.
“What?”
Suddenly sprinting, Jamie leaves Marco behind. Behind them are police officers. Marco has no choice but to run too. On the way, Jamie steals a pair of shoes and throws them in the air, in time to land on Marco's chest. He catches it and follows Jamie up the lamp post to use it as a boost to get to the rooftops.
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