"Come again?" I thought I misheard her, and that maybe the blaring house music made me miss a few words.
The bartender coyly smirks at me, and the music fades out a little. "Yeah. Heaven doesn't exist, dude. The Creator 'left for cigarettes' a long time ago and nobody's been able to find Him. Real dick move, to be honest with you."
Shell-shocked, I jump to a conclusion. "So then this must be..."
"Hell? Technically speaking, yes. More lively than you were expecting?"
"Is this a Sartre situation, where we can't leave this club, and everybody is going to drive each other insane?"
"Oh, he's actually a regular here. Ms. DeBeauvoir is too. They're a hoot and a half. But no, you can leave any time you want, there's a whole city out there. You don't need to work to survive, but a lot of people eventually get a job anyway."
"B-but isn't there supposed to be punishment?"
"We don't do the whole 'incarceration' or 'torture' thing anymore. We did it to the real heinous ones, but it turns out that we didn't even need to. Most of them either end up isolating themselves with other evil fucks or making a sincere attempt to start over and do right by other people. The first one is definitely more common."
"I see."
"You don't have to worry about any of this for right now. Just have a good time here in The Four Winds, and if you want a room, we have them upstairs."
I blinked. "Wait, why would need to sleep if we're dead?"
She winked. "Who said anything about sleep, kiddo? And before you ask: You're not my type."
"You're really..."
"That Sappho, yeah. Did you think my nametag was a joke or something?"
"Well, yeah. You don't exactly look like you died millenia ago, and you don't talk like it either."
"What can I say, it's been a while since a 'lesbian' was just somebody from my hometown. Now, you want that whiskey sour or not?"
StartInATavern t1_j1v2eq6 wrote
Reply to [WP] You died and awoke in the afterlife. It's quite nice actually. The people and atmosphere are a lot nicer than you are used to and there is no stress or pressure. When you ask what good deed got you into heaven you are informed that this is hell, followed by a visit from a very concerned demon. by Kitty_Fuchs
"Come again?" I thought I misheard her, and that maybe the blaring house music made me miss a few words.
The bartender coyly smirks at me, and the music fades out a little. "Yeah. Heaven doesn't exist, dude. The Creator 'left for cigarettes' a long time ago and nobody's been able to find Him. Real dick move, to be honest with you."
Shell-shocked, I jump to a conclusion. "So then this must be..."
"Hell? Technically speaking, yes. More lively than you were expecting?"
"Is this a Sartre situation, where we can't leave this club, and everybody is going to drive each other insane?"
"Oh, he's actually a regular here. Ms. DeBeauvoir is too. They're a hoot and a half. But no, you can leave any time you want, there's a whole city out there. You don't need to work to survive, but a lot of people eventually get a job anyway."
"B-but isn't there supposed to be punishment?"
"We don't do the whole 'incarceration' or 'torture' thing anymore. We did it to the real heinous ones, but it turns out that we didn't even need to. Most of them either end up isolating themselves with other evil fucks or making a sincere attempt to start over and do right by other people. The first one is definitely more common."
"I see."
"You don't have to worry about any of this for right now. Just have a good time here in The Four Winds, and if you want a room, we have them upstairs."
I blinked. "Wait, why would need to sleep if we're dead?"
She winked. "Who said anything about sleep, kiddo? And before you ask: You're not my type."
"You're really..."
"That Sappho, yeah. Did you think my nametag was a joke or something?"
"Well, yeah. You don't exactly look like you died millenia ago, and you don't talk like it either."
"What can I say, it's been a while since a 'lesbian' was just somebody from my hometown. Now, you want that whiskey sour or not?"