Chapter 122: Sore feelings

The electricity user that Marcin loaned out to Celina and Xia turned out to be a punk woman in her thirties with her hair shaved clean and tattooed with tribal designs. She called herself Sore and turned out to be very chatty, even if about a third of the words that left her mouth were cusses.

"I so fucking hate this damned place! Marcin expects me to get back with him and help him with his revo-fucking-lution, but gah. Even if he does all the shit he promised, the Valley is still a fucking stink hole. Gah! You can't even get any weed in there. Holy Fucker says it's sinful and threatens death. Can you believe this bullshit, Blondie?"

Oh, and Sore apparently wanted to ditch Clear Valley as much as Celina did. Celina hummed in sympathy. She could understand. She had bad news for Sore, though.