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comment!fic: Indiana Pete, Part 1
Part 1: The Seaside Café

Pete doesn't smoke for a reason, and that reason doesn't include stress management.

Patrick is somewhere by the garbage cans, only Pete has lost sight of him fifteen minutes ago. A cigarette would not solve the minor problem there's having (yes, losing your partner could be considered minor; it's only at the "dead as a door nail" stage that you can start upgrading it to "oh my God, what do I do now?"), but at least it would stop Pete's trembling hand.

So, instead, he goes investigating.

The place is grimy and derelict, and smells worse than the trash outside it. Entrance is... easier than it seems from three hundred feet away. Just chose your favorite part of the wall, and there's probably a big hole there anyway for you to enter from. This explains Patrick's disappearance.

Pete chooses Door Number Three (less piss, smaller hole). He does a great job of not banging his head on anything. Then someone else does the banging. There are four things:

1. his head hurts
2. he's dizzy (see 1.)
3. he's half a second from blacking out (see 2.)
4. there's a guy with a huge Jew-fro standing above him with a sledgehammer when Pete hits the ground^*

^*There's more piss down here than Pete originally anticipated. Damn.

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