was fingering his teargas canister. Gloria, like Ratus, had simply smashed a Kronenbourg bottle against the pavement. She held the bottleneck in one hand, while a full beer bottle was doing the rounds. When they finished one, they stopped to buy some more.
Gloria adored this kind of escapade. She loved being in a gang, looking for trouble, the intoxicating rush of adrenaline, just before. Fear, mingled with determination. She loved the fellow feeling, the camaraderie it created at once.And she loved being a lone girl in a crowd of boys, without it being a big deal. She took this as a proof of her worth, âGood as a boy, you are,â whereas it was just proof that the world is badly organized. Herbert was yelling at the top of his voice, âHere we go, last pogo in Nancy!â a local adaptation of the âHymne de La Souris Verte.â
On their way, they asked passersby for directions, sometimes politely, sometimes threateningly. A young kidâan apprentice amphetamine dealerâguessed at once who they were after.
âI saw them just now, theyâre at the Excelsior. Theyâre waiting for me, âcause Iâm supposed to take them some stuff. I didnât find none, so they can wait. So what did they do?â
Theyâd reached Place Saint-Evre now. Moving along, almost at military pace, in a group, this time it was Roger who was howling âEthyliqueâ in a sepulchral voice. As they approached the bar, Victor signaled for them to stop and be quiet. âIâll take a look on my own, but not go in. See where they are, so we can rush them.â The Excel was a café near the station, lots of glass frontage.
Then in they went. Roger, the biggest of them, signaled to Gloria to keep beside him in the frontline, âCome with me, a girl psychopath always impresses âem.â She knew how to behave, alongside the leader, his trusty sidekick. Baring her teeth in a sinister grin, like in an ultraviolent film. She wasnât planning on using her broken glass on anyone, it was just to look good and scary. Unless the situation deteriorated badly, she was thinking of dropping the bottle, pushing over some tables and throwing chairs. Noisy and visual, but not really dangerous. As for the others, she couldnât have sworn they were thinking the same way. But it was up to the assholes facing them to understand and get out of there fast.
They had walked the length of the bar, a dozen of them, with everyone staring. Silence had quickly fallen in the room. A tableful of young boys, shaven heads and crew cuts, wearing lodens and khakis, was waiting for them as indicated.
Gloria put on her broadest smile, like in a Western, life was good.
She didnât recognize him at first. The group of boys stood up, with mocking grins, ready for a fight. Not having found their amphetamines, theyâd had plenty to drink instead, they were up for it too. A few waiters intervened, pushing everyone toward the exit.
âIf youâre going to make trouble, do it outside.â
Wasted effort. The first fisticuffs were the signal for the start. Gloria had barely had time to aim a kick at the balls of a teddy boyâquite cute-looking actually, she notedâbefore someone had grabbed her sleeve and was dragging her outside, yelling, âRun, the pigs, the pigs!â She was propelled forward, the first to make it through the revolving door, losing her breath she went so fast. Two seconds later and sheâd have been picked upâa vanload of police was in the area and had spotted them immediately. Still running, she could hear their whistles and male voices ordering her to stand still at once, which she took good care not to do.Gasping for air, she made it to Place Carnot and slowed down. The guy who had warned her did the same, and only then did Gloria recognize him. Heâd shaved his skull, it made him look quite different. Heâd put on weight. His face had lost its
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