One Eyed Jack
Kicking the Jokers
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- Feb 1, 2006
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The jaguar ate up the dark road, the instance with the cop now far behind. Steven took the turns as fast as he dared, knowing, but only barely, that a dead man could help less then an arrested one. Still, the time drug on, and every time he glanced at the clock, his stomach twisted a little tighter.
Greg, the bartender, was hard at work, but noticed how Jake paused at a table; hovering over the drinks before taking them to Jezebel. He knew something wasn't right, and Steven's voice over the phone seemed to haunt him. The girls much older, and odd, but obviously deeply caring boy friend seemed more worried then such news might warrant. Almost like he knew something that the bartender didn't.
He whipped up a few more drinks, then noticed the altercation, as Jezebel had been dancing with another man. That wasn't right at all, this guy had no claim over her, he knew; not with that intricate collar still around her neck.
He made his way over to inquire if there was any trouble. Jake seemed upset to be so bothered, but Greg pressed on, “Is this man bugging you ma'am?” Sadly, she was enjoying her drink, and made no complaint, but at least a little talking to seemed to sober most people. Maybe it would be enough for her to distance herself from the arrogant man.
He watched from the bar as Jake had ordered several more drinks for the girl, and too quickly to be her thirst. The guy was definitely up to no good.
After an insufferable time on the road, Steven pulled his car to screeching halt in front of the bar. He recognized lydia's car, and hoped that meant both girls wear still inside. He hurried in, his eyes easily adjusting to the dim light, having been on the road so long.
He scanned the crowd, but finding nothing, and then looked to the bar. Greg saw him, and pointed him in the direction of a dark corner. There his lovely jezebel was, having a good time, with Jake hovering over her, like some predator. “Thank you for keeping My jezebel company, you'll have to let me buy you a drink Jake.” The tone of his voice told him he was neither thankful, nor pleased in the slightest. Steven took the drink from his pet's hand and took a sip, his eyes flaring wide, knowing it was laced with something much more then alcohol.
“In fact Jake, how about I go get you a drink right now.” He spotted the man's beer, further disgusted by the man's tastes, and went, with jez's drink in hand, to visit Greg. He handed the bartender the drink, and told him to hold it until the cops arrive, and to call them. He returned to Jake and jez with new drinks, a bottle of water for jezebel and himself, and the foul cheep beer for the creep.
Steven's eyes dared Jake to make a move, to provide the slightest reason at all for him to lay into the man. “Pet, where is lydia? Why don't you go find her?” He caressed her hair, thankful she was safe – which, for the moment, outweighed how very angry with the two subs he was.
Greg, the bartender, was hard at work, but noticed how Jake paused at a table; hovering over the drinks before taking them to Jezebel. He knew something wasn't right, and Steven's voice over the phone seemed to haunt him. The girls much older, and odd, but obviously deeply caring boy friend seemed more worried then such news might warrant. Almost like he knew something that the bartender didn't.
He whipped up a few more drinks, then noticed the altercation, as Jezebel had been dancing with another man. That wasn't right at all, this guy had no claim over her, he knew; not with that intricate collar still around her neck.
He made his way over to inquire if there was any trouble. Jake seemed upset to be so bothered, but Greg pressed on, “Is this man bugging you ma'am?” Sadly, she was enjoying her drink, and made no complaint, but at least a little talking to seemed to sober most people. Maybe it would be enough for her to distance herself from the arrogant man.
He watched from the bar as Jake had ordered several more drinks for the girl, and too quickly to be her thirst. The guy was definitely up to no good.
After an insufferable time on the road, Steven pulled his car to screeching halt in front of the bar. He recognized lydia's car, and hoped that meant both girls wear still inside. He hurried in, his eyes easily adjusting to the dim light, having been on the road so long.
He scanned the crowd, but finding nothing, and then looked to the bar. Greg saw him, and pointed him in the direction of a dark corner. There his lovely jezebel was, having a good time, with Jake hovering over her, like some predator. “Thank you for keeping My jezebel company, you'll have to let me buy you a drink Jake.” The tone of his voice told him he was neither thankful, nor pleased in the slightest. Steven took the drink from his pet's hand and took a sip, his eyes flaring wide, knowing it was laced with something much more then alcohol.
“In fact Jake, how about I go get you a drink right now.” He spotted the man's beer, further disgusted by the man's tastes, and went, with jez's drink in hand, to visit Greg. He handed the bartender the drink, and told him to hold it until the cops arrive, and to call them. He returned to Jake and jez with new drinks, a bottle of water for jezebel and himself, and the foul cheep beer for the creep.
Steven's eyes dared Jake to make a move, to provide the slightest reason at all for him to lay into the man. “Pet, where is lydia? Why don't you go find her?” He caressed her hair, thankful she was safe – which, for the moment, outweighed how very angry with the two subs he was.