(Bar Fight) Nevada Lowball
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Wes, James Vinnie and Domingo, we rubs his clean shaven face trying to cheer James up. He strikes up a conversation on a subject. Everyone enjoys and of course, the subject is sex. James and Vinnie always perk up when they get to brag about their latest conquest. We usually avoids getting into the dirty details of his and Maggie's sex life unless we is trying to get under James's skin. But today we is taking a more diplomatic role. Yo, Vinnie, whatever happened to that fine Mexican chick you were seeing this gets the desired effect from James. Yeah, Benny, the one with the mustache. James pokes not fazed by the comment. Vinnie responds to James first. The only woman with a mustache I ever ****** around with was your ex? And I haven't seen her in a while. James isn't amused. Then he replies to Wes the Mexican Broad. You're talking about Wes. Then he places one hand on his hip and the other in the air taking a horrible salsa dance position and with an even more horrific Ricky Ricardo accent. Vinny says, oh, Poppy James and Wes exchange a confused look and start laughing hysterically. Do you even know what that means. Wes asks. No, but it sounded good. More laughter from the trio. The moment is cut short by an angry shout coming from the front of the Domingo house. They look up and see Mr Domingo standing on his front porch in a maroon colored silk robe with his hairy chest protruding from the overtly extravagant garment. His 55 year old squat frame supports his two hands resting on his hips and round belly. Does this ************ think he's John Gotti James asks out loud. No one responds. Sweat is already rolling down. Mr Domingo's receding hairline. His creepy molester mustache twitches with every syllable exiting his puffy old lips. Wes and Vinnie stay outside as James follows Domingo into his house. Domingo leads James into an immaculate kitchen, Spanish tile, floor, steel appliances and large marble countertops. Welcome. Anyone entering the cobblestone walls are draped with six inch crown molding and hickory cabinets all installed a week prior by the three man crew. James calculates the time already spent on this job. We have already spent twice the time it would usually take for a project like this. Hell. Anyone else would be thrilled with the work we've done? Unfortunately, Domingo yells at James about their progress so far. Look at this crap. Domingo barks waving his hand at the cabinets. This crown doesn't match up at all. The doors are all crooked interrupting. Domingo James attempts to explain where they are in the process, we still need to adjust the doors and we brought New Crown. Domingo continues yelling the doors don't match up. You see they're different. He stomps his foot on the tile floor like a spoiled child yelling, different, different, different James scowls back at Domingo. Is this grown ************ throwing a tantrum right now? Shan and the professor Sean stops the cart at a distance out of respect for the moment the two are having. He takes a moment himself and ponders. I wonder how I would have turned out if my dad took me golfing. The gentleman looks over at Sean but continues with his grandson pulling the cigar out of his mouth. Hey, Nicky, go ahead and move up to the next hall. I'll catch up with you in a minute. The man nods to the larger men standing nearby, the muscle men wearing shirts too small for them. Nod back. Getting into the gentleman's golf cart delivering Nicky to the next fairway. The gentleman puts his cigar back in his mouth and waves Shawn over Sean pulls up next to the older man. They shake hands but the older man has a look of disappointment on his face. Sean, the man says, sounding a little morose professor. Tell me what, you know, Sean's posture, Titans. Uh I have an idea who may have been involved. The professor takes a deep breath as he puts a cigar back in his mouth. He relates it with his beloved Dupont later, Sean must have waited too long for the professor to light his cigar, causing the professor to bark at him. This is something Sean is not accustomed to. And, uh, I met these two rough necks a couple of days ago who, uh, were working at Mr Domingo's Place. And what were they doing there? The professor pushes, replacing his cabinets is what he told me. So, what about these so-called rough necks? They asked me for a job, they offered to do whatever I needed and you told them what Sean I told him I wasn't interested in hiring them. Hm. And you think they did this? I think they a good first look. I mean, I know they're both two bit criminals at best, like to fight in the bars when they ain't running low level hustles. Plus they're the only two I know of. And in Mr Domingo's house alone as of lately, the professor takes a deep pull from his cigar and nods his head in contemplation. Let me guess, trying to make a name for themselves. That'd be my guess. Sean replies. Well, they have my attention. Now. Do you want me to deal with him? No, I've already made a call. They should be getting into Vegas late this afternoon and knowing Lee he'll be in rump by tonight. What I need you to do is get Freddie's operation up and running again. Go ahead and move into his place. The sheriff should be at the house already. He assures me it will be cleared by the end of today, sir. If I may let me clip these two kids for you, I can handle it with no problems and then I'll get things back up and running with a lighter tone. The professor says, you know, Sean, I appreciate your desire and abilities to take another man's life, especially on behalf of my business, But you're not in the army anymore. You need to go talk to somebody doesn't the va have counselors besides you said you want to step up beyond managing hookers. Well, here you go. Make it happen. Lee, Amber, Moby and roughneck. Lee and Amber enter the establishment and smile Amber squeezes Lee's hand with excitement. Lee says to her in a low tone. Let's try to behave ourselves. Now, I know sweetheart Amer says as the two stroll over to the bar patrons sitting at random tables. Eyeball the two, you're already turning heads. Honey Lee says she smiles sewing a little more hip into her stride. Amber loves this kind of attention and Lee loves displaying his eye candy. The bartender, a tough looking man with a long gray beard and sleeve tattoos stands up as a couple approaches. What do you have on draft? Lee asks Coors and Coors light. The bartender says in a gravelly monotone voice. A condescending chuckle escapes Lee. Well, that makes sense. A ****** beer served at a ****** place. Lee says intentionally speaking louder than usual. We'll have two glasses of your exquisite piss water. Fine, sir. The bartender's eyebrows furrow. He growls you have a ******* problem. I apologize for my husband, sir. We've been on the road all day and he gets a little grumpy when he's tired. Amber says smiling brightly holding up two fingers. Amber continues. We'll take two glasses of whatever beer you have. The bartender gives Amber a look, fills two glass mugs and roughly sets them in front of the couple. Thank you. Amber said sweetly. The large bartender turns to walk away. Lee calls to him. I was hoping you could help me. I'm looking for another tough guy much like yourself. But younger, the bartender turns around and rushes towards Lee. Lee doesn't flinch a muscle but only displays his toothy smile. Now leaning over the bar, the large man is nose to nose with the Oklahoma hit man. Look ******. I don't know what your problem is, but I suggest you drink your beer and shut the **** up. Another rough looking man approaches Lee from the rear. Lee's posture doesn't change. Do you want me to take care of this? Moby Lee laughs while looking at the bartender straight in the eyes. Is your name, Moby? Like Moby ****? I bet you $100 you've never even read the book. Hell, I bet you $200 you can't even read immediately. The man standing behind, Lee grabs him by the shoulder and swings him around using the momentum. Lee smashes the man square on the jaw with a local piss water beer and broken glass fly in the air. The man drops straight to the floor like a bag of concrete. Moby grabs Lee by the back of the collar and pulls him over the bar. But before Moby can get a good tug, Amber grabs him by his long beard, wrapping the long hairpiece. Once around her hand, she pulls the giant to the bar. Moby howls in pain letting go of Lee and grabbing his beard still pinned his eyes, flash with pain and anger. He raises his fist to Amber. Caleb in West, still underwater and twisted up in the plastic liner. Caleb panics sinking to the bottom of the pool. His frantic movement or a blessing and a curse, a blessing by distorting his exact location from Sean who searched for him from the surface and a curse by pulling Caleb to the deep end of the pool, wrapping up his limbs. Only by sheer luck. Caleb gets his hand into the tight wet denim pocket of his pants to retrieve his multi tool quickly frantically. He cuts at the plastic liner with large pieces of plastic floating to the surface. Muffled gunshots ring out piercing holes appear in the liner with every successive shot I need air not able to hold his breath any longer. Caleb's head breaks the water's surface. He gasps for air, still sucking in oxygen. He swings his head left and right. Sean is gone. The only traces of him left are the nine millimeter brass casings around the pool's edge. Caleb pulls his tired body out of the pool. He goes back into the house before entering. He dips his head through the broken sliding glass door. He spots his pager on the floor, securing the communication device. He eases into the kitchen. Oh ****. Then he's dead body slumped in the chair, startles him forgot you were here finding the phone. He calls the number on his pager. Wes picks up on the other end, Caleb brother. What the **** is going on, Sean? Took Maggie or someone, Sean is working with, took her. That ************ tried to kill me. What? Yeah, he shot Vinnie right in front of me. Then you paged me and that's when he came at me. Holy ****, man. Vinny's dead. Yeah, real dead. Uh Are you good? Wes asks concern in his voice. Pretty much. I'm, I'm not asking you to get involved, Kayla, but I need to borrow a gun. These two country ***** have Maggie. I got them to meet me at the dry lake bed at 20 100. I'm not letting you go out there by yourself. Wes, how long will it take for you to get to my house? I'm about 30 minutes good. It's about to be a Mogadishu reunion. Brother. Caleb says excitement in his voice.