Dark rifts of black shadow hide the hairless chimp’s eyes. Donny feels a malevolent gaze punching holes through his skull.
“War has alopecia,” Bob, the fat man, who looks like a soft jiggly bean bag, says handing the ape an unlit cigarette. “You got a light? He’ll love you forever.”
In the soft yellow light, War leans forward. Corded muscle in his chest and arms bulge under his shiny brown almost reddish skin.
Donny knows he doesn’t have a light but pats his pockets anyway.
“Doesn’t matter,” Bob says flicking an OD green zippo. Better he not develop any feelings if this goes bad.”