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[code]Market Square - Diner[/code][hr]

Pancake heaven. That was where he was, resting on a fluffy cloud of fried batter and being smothered with sweet, sticky syrup. Billy had must’ve eaten over a dozen pancakes at this point, and the only thing that would slow him down was the increasingly irritated state the waitress appeared to be in when he demanded another round. Between inhalations, the boy scrolled through his phone, skimming over various local new stories that were interlaced with overused memes. Earlier that morning he had gotten a text from his buddy Chris, who worked security at Grand Ridge and had turned a blind eye to Billy’s dealings in favor of a hefty discount, about how his sister had been a mighty bitch. Billy had ultimately ignored the text. He had known that about Penny since she was a toddler; it wasn’t his fault that it took Chris that long to realize the simple truth.

The follow-up text was hard to ignore. The rent-a-cop wanted something to take off the edge of dealing with his kid sister, which added yet another person that he was going to have to kindly pretend to forget about. See, Billy’s supply had run a bit dry, and he wasn’t about to give up his own personal cache. His prescription only allowed him to get so much a month, but there were other means of obtaining more. They just were, well, a bit of a hassle, and pretty much a headache that Billy didn’t want to put up with. Alternatively, he could just ghost everyone, which ultimately seemed like the best plan because it was the simplest one. It wouldn’t be the first time he had let them all down, anyway.

So, he pretty much had an entire day free to do nothing which...was pretty much all of his days, really, excluding the ones where he had to go into his dad’s shop. He figured he would hit up the arcade, maybe work on the car a bit, go catch a flick, and then spend the rest of the day playing video games at home. All in all, a pretty good day. After killing another stack of flapjacks Billy bopped out of the diner, deciding to stretch his legs and walk the two blocks to the arcade instead of jumping in his car. Plus, he knew a shortcut. Billy turned a corner and cut through an alleyway.

Generally, Billy was pretty stoked when he saw a topless chick, especially one that he wasn’t viewing through the screen of his computer. Yet when he stumbled upon the burnt, battered, and slashed corpse of Karma Song, the only thing he felt were the pancakes in his stomach fighting to get out. Emptying the contents of his stomach, Billy managed to stumble out of the alley and grab his phone. The call was a blur, and the next thing he knew he was riding in a police cruiser on his way to the station to be questioned.

So much for having a free day.