One Gram or Two? Part II, the night continues (783 hits)
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Submitted by Beano (View user info) at 2006-04-07 11:22:42 EDT
http://www.ubersite.com/m/86292 Part II
Bar after bar, beer after beer Scott collected cash and the boys got more and more drunk. They'd had two close calls on the fighting front, which was pretty much on schedule for these guys.
Jarvis had somehow got involved with a group of teenage boys who looked like they were fairly new to the whole 'grown up, drinking in bars' experience. A few people had glanced in their direction and wondered just how long ago it was they were drinking 20/20 from glass bottles in the park.
Jarvis always wanted a fight, which was OK as he was pretty good at it. There is nothing worse than a mouthy mate who started trouble and then backs up and lets the rest of you get on with it when the punches start flying.
Anyway, there was a little pushing and shoving, and one of the teenagers actually stepped up to the mark. He looked quite tasty and for a minute everyone thought there was about to be some action, but it was at this point that the landlord wandered over, having Scott as a friend usually meant that the landlord kept a close eye on the group. A little dealing never hurt anyone, it happened and people just had to get used to it, but fighting and driving away good customers was bang out of order. He asked them to leave.
The second scrap, so to speak, was over a girl...isn't it always the fucking way? Some dozy blonde in a skirt that didn't leave a great deal to the imagination and her stupid saggy tits crammed into a porn stars top, and who probably should have gone home about three drinks ago. She was all over Damon and was way out of her depth. Damon is a good looking guy, you didn't admit it but that bastard always had one gorgeous bird or another on his arm. If you walked into a bar you could guarantee that the prettiest girl in there would end up going home with him. Cunt.
She started by giving him the eyes, and then when she realised that he wasn't paying her the blindest bit of attention she started kissing and caressing her mate in full view of the population of the pub. It's amazing to wonder what goes on in the head of a pissed 18 year old on heat. What type of behaviour they engage in. Then her boyfriend walks through the door and the shit hits the fan. This time at least there was a few punches thrown. Not by Damon mind, he doesn't lower himself to fighting. Dean and Damon are best of pals, and Dean stepped in when the boyfriend got too excited and Dean landed him a couple of quick face shots. That was that, him and his mates were outnumbered and they could see they might end up getting hurt. Meekly they backed away to the door, abusing the pissed girl as they left, apparently she was nothing more than a worthless whore. Nice.
Scott had noticed another couple of faces in the latest bar they were in, and again, there was that flicker of recognition. This time, as it was now the third occasion he's seen them, he had serious doubts about continuing for the remainder of the night. He'd taken around two and a half grand, was fairly light in cash and coke and probably should have quit for the night or at the very least changed tact. He'd run his thoughts past one of the boys.
"Coppers?" He asked with a nod in their general direction.
"Nah.... Ain't filth, tho there is summit up with them."
"Yeah that's what I thought; I've seen them in the last three bars"
"Don't worry" Dean assured him, "If they were coppers you'd be in a 10 by 10 now waiting to speak to a court appointed"
And so it was, Scott's one chance, one glimmer or hope, his one opportunity of surviving the night slipped through his fingers as easily as the piles of grubby notes that he collected and counted on a Saturday morning.
At the very next bar they visited, this one after an incoming call to Scott's 'business' mobile, things changed for the worse. The bouncers who they all considered to be nodding acquaintances decided to search them. It was all a bit surreal because although they searched each guy, the job was done half heartedly and the conversation was light and friendly.
This had never happened before at this pub. Not once. Later, the thoughts were that this was probably a warning; something out of the ordinary that the bouncers could do that still looked normal to any observers, but would alert Scott and his mates that tonight was no ordinary night.
After buying a round and sorting a little business with some known people, Scott was again aware of faces, of being watched. But he tried to relax, put it out of his mind. The truth was he'd had a gram of so himself by this stage so was probably feeling a little paranoid. The panic button wasn't pressed yet, but hopefully another line would sort him out.
He turned for the stairs which would lead him to the gents. He found a quiet cubicle and went through the process of lining up. He's perfected doing this in utter silence. You could be sat in the cubicle next door and you wouldn't know what was happening in your neighbours trap. Having drowned out the 'sniff' with a pull of the chain Scott opened the door.... He was face to face with one of the guys he'd seen in four bars now. His heart skipped a beat and a quick calculation told him he had enough coke and cash to be in some fairly serious trouble.
"You dealing?" He asked.
Decision time.
If this guy was filth then he already knew he was dealing, had certainly seen it happening and had the power and probably the resources outside to bring him down and search him. If the guy was a potential customer... same applied really. He'd have seen him dealing others and merely wanted some Charlie.
"Yeah, I'm dealing" Either way, he knew this was the only answer to give.
"I'll take an eighth, what's the score? The man asked.
"£120"
"Where?"
"Car park in five?"
"See you there"
A close call, now that he was heading back down the stairs to rejoin the group he realised just how fast his heart was beating, it was part and parcel of the job but that sinking feeling you get when you think your run is over cannot be described or brought on by anything else.
A few sups of Stella and he'd have to wander out to the car park, but this was the easy bit. In and out, richer in the process.
Scott wandered out into the fresh cool autumn air, he was only in his Ted Baker t-shirt and the goose bumps on his arms told him he should probably have thrown on the light jacket he had in the bar. But that draws attention to the fact you are leaving, if only temporarily, and he didn't want that.
He spotted the guy standing by a Volvo in the car park and headed in that direction, already rummaging around in his packet for his goods. The first time he was aware that something was amiss was when he caught a movement out of his right eye. As he turned to his right to see what it was, someone stepped out of the darkness from his left and hit him with a pipe wrapped in bandage. Scott fell to his knees.
He knew he was in trouble.
The bloke from the right rushed him, flailing away striking him again and again. All the time the original man stood leant against the car, he was smoking now and just gazed upon the violence erupting around Scott.
The guy at his left side pulled something from his pocket and Scott knew things were about to get worse. He felt the man punch him high on the shoulder; within a second he knew that it was no ordinary punch. That he'd been stabbed. The initial pain from the punch was now engulfed as the knife wound started to leak his blood down the crisp white t-shirt. Falling forward onto his face he wondered how far this would go.
User Reviews
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-07-26 12:17:15 EDT (#)
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OH NOES MY RATINGS!
Submitted by maf54 (user info) at 2008-05-14 04:59:11 EDT (#)
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Just to counter what that idiot Director did to you.
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2008-05-13 16:03:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by konohasaiyajin (user info) at 2006-06-23 18:16:33 EDT (#)
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And the story continues as excellently as it started.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-17 03:12:43 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-10 16:40:50 EDT (#)
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Seems we have similar taste.
Snow Patrol and the Reindeer Section?
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-04-10 09:35:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-04-10 09:35:12 (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-10 09:17:25 (#)
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Red, what is in your CD player/iPod/Car/Laptop right now? or what was the last thing you listened to?
Last 10 songs on random shuffle
Falling for you - Weezer from Pinkerton
Firestarter - Prodigy - fat of the land
Silence - Gomez - Split the difference
Caribou - Pixies - John Peel session
Jean Genie - David Bowie
Sweet Child of mine - guns and roses (much to my surprise)
Traffic - stereophincs
Transformers theme tune - from the movie (to my delight)
Take the power back - Rage against the machine
Maps - yeah yeah yeahs -fever to tell
Pressure - skindred
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2006-04-08 13:55:42 EDT (#)
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Continue.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-08 07:39:29 EDT (#)
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I'll keep it coming. ta.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-04-07 17:38:35 EDT (#)
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Still like this.
-Dave
Submitted by jme7551 (user info) at 2006-04-07 16:42:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I need another hit!!
Part 3?
Submitted by EntityErased (user info) at 2006-04-07 16:16:30 EDT (#)
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I liked it.
Write more?
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-04-07 15:41:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by The_taste_of_Monkeys (user info) at 2006-04-07 11:42:46 (#)
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he's become some sort of crazy rambling hobo
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-04-07 15:09:09 EDT (#)
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They call you Mr Farenheit
Submitted by cuberat (user info) at 2006-04-07 14:21:47 EDT (#)
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Keep um coming
Submitted by littledan (user info) at 2006-04-07 11:48:26 EDT (#)
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Please keep this going. I'm enjoying it.
Submitted by The_taste_of_Monkeys (user info) at 2006-04-07 11:42:46 EDT (#)
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he's become some sort of crazy rambling hobo
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-07 11:37:58 EDT (#)
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*Swoon*
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-04-07 11:31:48 EDT (#)
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WeyHey !!!!
You've made my weekend. I have my very own ETS.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2006-04-07 11:29:42 EDT (#)
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By the way. You don't have to hide.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2006-04-07 11:29:18 EDT (#)
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wtf...I'm not reading all that.