2, Hostie?
He sat at the diner, holding his head, annoyed. "Mh." Too much noise. So loud. God. His head hurt. His ears throbbed with the noise.
"Oh! Hi, Hostie!"
"Oh god, not you again. Haven't you annoyed me enough?" He studied the hero's form. Easy to see with all the noise.
Star shifted in place. He did not look happy. "Host, I'll annoy you every day until I avenge my-"
"Your sister, yes, I'm all too aware." He stood to go leave, feeling a gun press to the back of his skull. His hands raised in a harmless stance. "You got your attention. The floor is yours, hero." He was in a public place. The hell was the hero thinking? The diner went quiet. Great, now he can't see.
"No, we tried that, Michael--" The name made Host twitch, a growl in his throat. "We tried this the nice way," Star muttered in his ear.
"So this is how I die?"
"Is it?"