Dark rifts of black shadow hide the hairless chimp’s eyes. Donny feels the malevolent gaze punching holes through his skull, It makes him need to pee.
“War has alopecia,” Bob, the fat man, who looks like a soft jiggly bean bag, says handing the ape an unlit cigarette. “You got any fire? 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 lighter 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.”