avoid the aggressive and threatening glare of the young hoodlum in front of him. Eyeball could say all he wanted about patience but Ferret was getting antsy now—he didn’t like having to wait for anything —and when Ferret got antsy, trouble was never far behind.
The only other passenger to dismount the train was a young Asian woman dressed in a studded denim skirt and punk-rocker tank top and Ferret’s expression changed from dumb anger to dumb lust in an instant—probably even faster than he could have consciously registered for himself.
“Oh!” he barked, “where you going dressed up like that? You some kind of whore or something?”
“Get lost asshole,” the girl muttered.
She furrowed her brow and quickened her pace towards the big sprawling staircases that would lead—eventually—back up to the main hall of the archaic building above, the main thoroughfare of the station that was, with its turrets, arches and general gothic architecture more like a vast and ancient cathedral than a modern train station. To the hoodlums below though, it was just another haunt to dominate and control.
“Hey, is this asshole bothering you sweetie?” Eyeball called to her, stepping forward from his perch and surprising his prey, “you want me to break his nut for you?”
The girl frowned as she glanced quickly at his face and then quickly away again. She didn’t know what to think or who to trust, which was, Eyeball had to admit, probably the smart move for her to make in this situation.
“I’ll show her my nut, if she wants it?” Ferret sneered, bobbing after her and gesturing with his crotch.
“You hear that honey?” Eyeball asked, “You hear what he say to you? How do you let him talk to you like that?”
“Leave me alone,” the girl warned, speeding up as she approached the stairs and more obviously frightened now, though still trying to hide it. “Dumb assholes.”
Ferret began to move after her, his grin dropping off immediately in place of a far more predatory, vicious expression. But Eyeball reached out with his hand and softly stilled him as he passed.
“No,” he said, “not this time. We got work to do.”
Ferret nodded silently, his eyes still on the girl’s back as she hurried upstairs and to eventual safety. Watching him, Eyeball smiled.
“Ok honey,” he shouted after the girl, “here I go then, I’m about to bust his nut! You asked for it!”
Ferret started to smile and laugh now too and Eyeball let his hand rest on his friend’s shoulder for a further moment before releasing his partner in crime.
Not long after that their train arrived and Eyeball, nodding “here’s the L”, led his friend on-board. They strutted through the carriages, occasionally stopping to pull faces or jeer at the other passengers—making sure to let everybody know that they were the biggest boys on the train—and then they settled down in a quiet carriage with only one other passenger far up the other end. They’d be able to speak in private here without having to worry if anybody was listening in on their talk of criminal activity.
“So what you call these guys again?” Ferret asked.
Eyeball smiled. “The Wild Cats .”
“The Wild Cats? Get the fuck out of here…”
“No, I’m serious,” Eyeball said, that strange thin smile still on his lips.
“The pussies more like,” Ferret sneered, “what kind of a name is that for a crew, the Wild Cats? Sounds like a high school football team or something.”
“Exactly,” Eyeball nodded, “the gang are all members of the college football team, you believe that? The CCU Cats, and so: the Wild Cats.”
Ferret shook his head in amazement. “The Wild Cats… unbelievable, sound like a bunch of frat boys. Wait till they get a load of us, eh, Eyeball? Fuggedabout it!”
Eyeball shrugged. “Should be easy business. We just got to remind these fenooks that their balls belong on the football field and nowhere else. Hell we’ll even
The only other passenger to dismount the train was a young Asian woman dressed in a studded denim skirt and punk-rocker tank top and Ferret’s expression changed from dumb anger to dumb lust in an instant—probably even faster than he could have consciously registered for himself.
“Oh!” he barked, “where you going dressed up like that? You some kind of whore or something?”
“Get lost asshole,” the girl muttered.
She furrowed her brow and quickened her pace towards the big sprawling staircases that would lead—eventually—back up to the main hall of the archaic building above, the main thoroughfare of the station that was, with its turrets, arches and general gothic architecture more like a vast and ancient cathedral than a modern train station. To the hoodlums below though, it was just another haunt to dominate and control.
“Hey, is this asshole bothering you sweetie?” Eyeball called to her, stepping forward from his perch and surprising his prey, “you want me to break his nut for you?”
The girl frowned as she glanced quickly at his face and then quickly away again. She didn’t know what to think or who to trust, which was, Eyeball had to admit, probably the smart move for her to make in this situation.
“I’ll show her my nut, if she wants it?” Ferret sneered, bobbing after her and gesturing with his crotch.
“You hear that honey?” Eyeball asked, “You hear what he say to you? How do you let him talk to you like that?”
“Leave me alone,” the girl warned, speeding up as she approached the stairs and more obviously frightened now, though still trying to hide it. “Dumb assholes.”
Ferret began to move after her, his grin dropping off immediately in place of a far more predatory, vicious expression. But Eyeball reached out with his hand and softly stilled him as he passed.
“No,” he said, “not this time. We got work to do.”
Ferret nodded silently, his eyes still on the girl’s back as she hurried upstairs and to eventual safety. Watching him, Eyeball smiled.
“Ok honey,” he shouted after the girl, “here I go then, I’m about to bust his nut! You asked for it!”
Ferret started to smile and laugh now too and Eyeball let his hand rest on his friend’s shoulder for a further moment before releasing his partner in crime.
Not long after that their train arrived and Eyeball, nodding “here’s the L”, led his friend on-board. They strutted through the carriages, occasionally stopping to pull faces or jeer at the other passengers—making sure to let everybody know that they were the biggest boys on the train—and then they settled down in a quiet carriage with only one other passenger far up the other end. They’d be able to speak in private here without having to worry if anybody was listening in on their talk of criminal activity.
“So what you call these guys again?” Ferret asked.
Eyeball smiled. “The Wild Cats .”
“The Wild Cats? Get the fuck out of here…”
“No, I’m serious,” Eyeball said, that strange thin smile still on his lips.
“The pussies more like,” Ferret sneered, “what kind of a name is that for a crew, the Wild Cats? Sounds like a high school football team or something.”
“Exactly,” Eyeball nodded, “the gang are all members of the college football team, you believe that? The CCU Cats, and so: the Wild Cats.”
Ferret shook his head in amazement. “The Wild Cats… unbelievable, sound like a bunch of frat boys. Wait till they get a load of us, eh, Eyeball? Fuggedabout it!”
Eyeball shrugged. “Should be easy business. We just got to remind these fenooks that their balls belong on the football field and nowhere else. Hell we’ll even
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