I'll see ya later kid (Eugene Martone x Jack Butler
(3rd person POV this time, Jack's kinda mean to Eugene, blah blah blah)
Martone was bored of waiting for Brown everytime he found a girl who would agree to get in the sack with him. It happened alot with middle aged women who were still probably two-thirds his age or younger. Eugene wasn't very interested in anything that didn't revolve around music, or adventure, which were both related to what they were supposed to do.
He found himself wandering around in a train station, not a very busy one, but most people were on the go, so it made for an allright distraction. After about 6 or so trains left the station, someone sat down next to him. He turned his head to see a slender man, with boots that made him tower over the boy.
"Hey," Eugene was slightly scared to be talking to the young man, but he looked like he needed to talk to someone.
"Hi, what's your name kid?" Funnily enough, the taller man didn't look to be over about 21 years of age.
"I'm Eugene, Eugene Martone. What's yours?"
"Jack Butler. Are you from Pennsylvania or somthin'?" He sounded like he came from up north, like a Yankee. Maybe New Jersey.
"No sir. I'm from Long Island," Jack grinned as another train ran up.
"Ya don't say. Me too," He was dressed very oddly for someone who happened to be as far away from home as Eugene was, so Marone decided to ask
"You live close to here or somethin'?" he put on his best sincere voice, hoping that he wouldn't annoy Jack.
"No, I'm goin' to find a legend. There's a lady who told me you're here with a guy for the same thing I'm chasin," Well how vague. Eugene knew what him and Willie were there for, but he didn't know if Jack was there for the same thing. Butler looked for confirmation, but he didn't seem to receive any, so he went on
"I'm going down to the Mississippi crossroads to make a deal with Scratch. I'm a guitar player and I wanna be the best alive y'know? So the train coming up next is the one I'm gettin' on to get there," Eugene nodded, and wondered what else there might be to say. Warn him, tell him to turn back now, surely a man that seems so confident in his decision wouldn't listen. Maybe though.
"Well y'know, I'm a guitar player myself. I'm going down there with Willie Brown and we're gonna get him free of his contract," Jack laughed him off as if that was a knee slapper.
"I've heard ya can't do that. But good luck, I'll see ya later kid," The train had pulled up, and he was lost to the sound of the horn. Eugene kept sitting there waiting, hoping that if Willie was back in time, they could rescue Jack from making that same mistake.