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"We are today to celebrate our old boss", Peter breaks the silence. The mood and energy suddenly feels different. This sort of instant connection is weird, but justifiable in your eyes. Solemnity is the best word you could describe. Music feels lower and your vision focus on him, on everyone there. The background feels blurry and weird, disconnected from the current reality you are inserted. Nothing mattered, only Peter's speech. "He was a handsome bastard when younger and even though, he retained his youth within his soul. Wasn't perfect and everyone here knows this. We couldn't walk off the line by an insignificant measure and you punished us!", he laughs at this thought, "Gosh, what a fearful bastard you were, 'One-Eye'! You loved life and enjoyed it to the fullest. You cried, fucked, laughed, pissed on the heads of our enemies. And we got lots of those and we still have! I won't be the best boss, but you taught a thing or two when trying your harsh methods of discipline. I wish you could live enough for your 100th anniversary, but God had different plans. She took you away from us and now you're on your own personal paradise, running, hunting, fucking like a crazy old dog a resting under bountiful trees together with your family. Oh boy, they were waiting for you to come back to them! Now, my friend, my boss... Your afterlife will be filled with bliss and shall we meet again in another life! Like my people say: 'Those we love don’t go away; They walk beside us every day, unseen, unheard, but always near; Still loved, still missed, and very dear'. Wait for us, and until there, let's live our best life in his honor! A toast for 'One-Eye'! To his life! To his death! To his rebirth! And to the paths we walk without him, no matter how good or how bad! We live tonight, tomorrow and forever!"
He yells and other follow him. You don't yell, knowing it would be too forceful, but you absorb part of this energy within you. Your body feels hotter and when you drink that shot, fuck!, what was in this? It's cold, even though it was sit there for a good amount of time. Your stomach burns and your through felt open by sharp and big knife. You put your hand on your throat. It hurts. But nobody seem to notice that.
"And now, let's do what he most loved to do here, your shitheads!", Peter puts his cup back on the table and you swear to heavens you could see the cup snap a bit when he does that. He gets up, puts his closed hands in a fist against each other, forming a circle with his arms in front of him and... He starts spinning around and dancing with his foot, moving around and going to the people dancing in front of the band.
One by one gets up and follows him.
"Come on, Ryan!", Kimberly calls you with her hand, ignoring completly your suffering. "This is gonna be fun!", and there she goes.
"You okay, bro?", James looks at you and doesn't take long to smile, noticing what happened. "Too strong for you?", he helps you get up.
"What was that?"
