screenwriter mystery

Chapter 17 Retro Dressing 【Recommendation】

"I just like a man like you who has the courage to die."

Through the broken screen of the system, Burt's performance can be seen in the eyes.

There was a sincere smile on Zhao Yuan's face, and he looked at him with relief.

Don't look at the shabby appearance of Bert, the man with the nose nail, the key is that he can work hard, and Zhao Yuan doesn't need to use [plot value] to actively cooperate with the performance.

……

"..."

Seeing Bert walking into the bar, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Then they also walked to the bar one after another. After all, no one wants to be the Loser that Bert said.

As everyone walked into the bar one by one, soon there was only Cassie standing there alone in the alley.

"Wait...wait for me..."

Looking up at the flashing neon bones on the bar signboard, an inexplicable sense of unease spread in Cassie's heart for some reason. Turning her head to look at the dark environment around the alley, Cassie suddenly let out an exclamation and walked towards the bar. Run past the door.

……

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Drink, drink..."

"...my head has been hurting a lot recently, as if something is running around in it..."

"You should change your head!"

"I kind of like this head now."

"Long time no see, where have you been recently?"

"...Mexico, there's delicious food there."

Entering the bar, the overwhelming noise accompanied by a frenzied atmosphere enveloped Cassie in an instant.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol in the air, the dim lights mixed with the 80s country rock music, seem to bring time back to that manic era.

Under the influence of the alcohol smell, Cassie's originally somewhat sober brain became blurred, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised because of nervousness and worry.

"It turned out to be just an ordinary bar."

In her drunken eyes, she didn't even realize that with the dim light of the bar, her attire also became retro.

Fitting gowns became exaggerated shoulder-padded shirts.

The black stockings on the thighs were replaced by one of the most fashionable miniskirts and thermal pants in the 80s.

Even the makeup on the face has become retro and exaggerated, with bright eyeshadow, thick permed hair and huge earrings.

Mingming's body has undergone such a huge change, and his entire sense of fashion has gone backwards for more than 20 years.

However, Cassie herself acted as if she didn't realize it.

"It's that person just now..."

With a pair of blurred eyes open, he swept across the lively 'crowd' in the bar.

In the corner, Cassie saw the tall figure she met just now. He was sitting quietly in the corner of the bar, with three glasses of beer in front of him, out of tune with the lively atmosphere around him.

"Cathy, I knew how could you, a bitch who is unwilling to be lonely, not come in."

But, before Cassie saw it clearly.

Suddenly, someone reached out and patted her on the shoulder behind her, and she laughed and cursed in her ear.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Susan, unless I quit, you'll never take my place!"

Not to be outdone, she replied, and Cassie turned her head and saw a familiar face standing behind her.

Like her, Susan who is standing in the bar at the moment also wears an 80s retro dress.

Exaggerated eye shadow is applied on the face, and the silver skirt and shiny black thighs form a sharp color difference.

However, regarding this obviously abnormal change, Cassie herself seemed to have not noticed it at all, and continued to laugh and scold Susan tit-for-tat.

"……All right."

After chattering back and forth for a while, Susan grabbed Cassie's arm with an unsatisfied expression and walked towards the bar.

"Bert and the others are drinking at the bar."

Letting Susan pull towards the direction of the bar counter, the two of them passed by the noisy crowd in the bar.

I don't know if it was Cassie's illusion, but she always felt that every time they passed a wine table, the voice on the wine table would be quieted down, and the guests at the wine table looked at her with surprised eyes.

But when Cassie followed her line of sight, the commotion broke out again, as if everything was just her illusion.

"What would you like to drink, guest?"

In this strange sense of disobedience, Cassie came to the bar.

There, she saw Burt and others.

Of course, their attire at the moment is also filled with the retro atmosphere of the 80s, acid-washed jeans, bomber jackets and exaggerated afro, which is completely low to explosive at the moment, but it is a full trend in the United States of the 80s dress up.

"Give me a martini."

Seeing the appearance of Burt and others, Cassie didn't show the slightest strange look on her face, she turned her head and said to the bartender at the bar.

"Okay, guest."

Hearing that Cassie placed an order, the bartender standing at the bar put down the empty wine glass he was wiping, and replied weakly.

The bartender looked skinny, even skinnier than Burt the man with the nose nail, with a pale face, and it was not surprising that he fell down in front of Cassie and the others in the next second, and died on the spot.

Turning around, under the gaze of Cassie, the bartender tremblingly picked up the bottle and began to mix the wine.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

At this time, the black man who had been sitting in front of the bar and drinking stood up, kissed Susan on the cheek, and said with a face full of alcohol.

"Wait for me, baby."

"Then hurry up, dear."

Smiling and kissing her boyfriend Martin, Susan turned her head and inadvertently hooked the nose-studded man next to Burt, and blinked provocatively.

"Bichi."

Seeing Susan's small movements aside, Cassie couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

"Your martini is ready, guest."

On the counter opposite, the bar stretched out its bony palm and pushed the wine that had been mixed in front of Cassie.

"Of course, baby, how could I be willing to leave you alone for too long."

He smiled drunkenly, then stretched out his hand and patted his girlfriend's plump buttocks heavily, arousing the other party's coquettish anger, and Martin turned around with a satisfied face.

With drunken steps, she staggered towards the bathroom.

When passing by one of the tables, a guest sitting on the wine table also stood up, lowered his head and followed behind him step by step.

Turning his head and glanced at the guy behind him, Martin didn't pay much attention to it, but just regarded him as a guest who went to the bathroom like himself.

He opened his mouth and let out a heavy belch. Under the urging of his bladder, Martin and the guests who followed him walked into the bathroom together.

　Thanks for the reward of 100 starting coins from the sound of the air cicada.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)