SITE SUPPORT LEAD
NPCS |PERRY THE DRUNK
Truly, what was a man like Perry’s purpose in a town so dedicated to utilitarianism?
Perry sloped against his seat like a thrown overcoat. Indeed, the feeble wooden frame was the only thing keeping him upright, his head lolling against his chest in an awkward position. It did raise somewhat at Jorge’s speedy retreat, and a crooked, toothy smile graced his features at the two women’s dismissal of him. Henrietta in particular earned a sharp bark of laughter.
“Ha! Dunno wha she’s jawin’ bout. Not ol’ Perry…center of attenshun. Ain’t that a hoot an’ a half.”
And yet the look of his foolish face was attentive. Grinning, Perry removed his hat with a flourish and set it down before him, and the shadows obscuring his features lifted some.
His eyes were clear as water.
“Quite the show. Quite. The. Show. Folks use ta clear out soon as the mayor’s boys come. Now they can’t. The gold, youse oughta know.” Perry waved his finger at them, tutting his tongue. “The gold makes em stay. They want em. Highland got em. You fine folk want em…so youse stay. Ya been staying. Understand?”
Underneath the dirt and grime, humanity was etching itself into the man’s face. He looked saddened, something resembling pity lingering in his eyes. He looked askance.
“The good Lord says ‘love covers all things.’ Makes peoples forget the bads…Here we ain’t got love,” He went on, chuckling darkly. “Our love is gold. Gold covers all things…”
In the background, the sizzling of grease hissed from between the kitchen door slats, the smell of bacon wafting through the batwing doors. A hum petered; high and fair, like that of a woman or a child. Perry, either accidentally or intentionally ignorant of such, leaned forward, glancing at each of his listener’s in turn.
“Gimme the gold,” He whispered. “Perry’ll keep it for ya. And youse can leave Highland and go on yonder outta here.”
He looked at Na finally, his eyes somber,
“No use in fetching Miss Eliza. It’s too late.”