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Note: Just something I came up with out of the blue. Like most of my ideas please be gental because it's three in the morning when I type this.
TEN ROUNDS OF JOSE CUERVO
Round One
Bosco sat with a bottle next him at the table. No one stood in his way when he went behind the bar and grabbed it along with a salt shaker and a plate of limes. Angela Boscorelli watched her son sitting alone athe the back table. Even she knew better then to interfear with the mission her son was one. Picking up the phone she dialed a number she knew more out of nessesity then memory. Her son was going to come down hard from this one and only one person could catch him when he fell.
Bosco drank the fist shot. Savoring the bitterness as it eased down his thoat. How the hell did he get to this place in his life? Damn but he felt empty. Tonight more then ever before. After a really shitty day at work he had asked Faith if she needed a ride home. He needed the extra time, to talk out they days problems, But she had declined and said she needed to walk and clear her head. He needed that ten minutes it would of taken them to get to her apartment to keep her close till he saw her again. Bosco hated how weak he'd become when it came to Faith. How he lost complete control when it came to her. What the hell was happing to him.
Round Two
She stood agaist the juke box. Tank top tight over her breasts. The second shot went down as hard as the first. The lime making him gag. Bosco watched the blond sway to the music while she made her selections. Damn she was every thing he looked for. Tall, blond, two beers short of drunk. As he played with the napkin in front of him he thought about the day. About all that he had seen and why he had done the things he had done. Fred had raised his hand to hit Faith as she got out of the truck. He had been to far away to prevent it from happening but Jimmy hadn't. Bosco hadn't been so happy to see the man in all his life. Fred raised his hand and Jimmy stopped it before it made contact with Faith's cheek. It had taken him and Davis to pull Jimmy off of Fred after Faith walked into the station head hanging, embarassed but the scene.
Faith had been quiet the rest of the shift. He felt the need to protect her. Keep her safe. From Fred, from the garbage on the street, from the world. They had been chasing a suspect and he had told her to stay put. She had looked at him like he had told her to shut up or something worse. He was just trying to protect her, knowing she wasn't thinking clearly after the fight with Fred. She had cussed him out and told him to mind his own damn buisness. He had never heard that tone of voice directed at him in all the years he had known her. By the end of the shift she had apoligized but some where deep down Bosco knew forgiveness was going to be a long time coming for both of them.
Round Three
The blond turned his way. He lifted his glass and smiled at her. It wouldn't take more then that to get her over to his table. She winked at him. He bowed his head and smiled. Oh how easy it would be to. The tequila wasn't going down as hard as before. He looked up to see the woman shaking her ass to the music. The blond didn't stir anything in him. Not like she did. Not the way Faith made him feel everyday with just a smile. God he was thinking too much. He poured another drink.
Round Four
Bosco forgot the lime and the salt. He didn't care. All he wanted to do was make her memory out of his head. The memory of Fred raising his hand. It coming down and him being powerless to stop it. He saw movement to his lft but didn't pay attention. He looked up to see his mother at the bar. She was looking at him like she did when he was little. It was 'Oh Maurice what did you go and do now' look. He just turned away from her. His eyes going back to the blond. She was coming to the table. God she was beautiful.
"Can I join you?" Her voice was sweet and warm.
"Sorry. I'm kinda liking my own company." Bosco surprised himself.
"Well if you get lonley I'm back by the pool table."
"I'll keep that in mind.....?
"Joleen."
"Thanks again Joleen." He watched her walk away. Her perfect ass incased in a tight pair of jeans. Bosco groaned. What the hell was he thinking. Turning down a sure thing.
Round Five
He leaned his head back and let the liquid trickel down his throat. God was punnishing him. Making him see that Faith was the one woman in the world that could make him whole and not being able to do a damn thing about it. She would always be somebody else's wife. Not that he would be her first choice if Fred was out of the picture. What the hell would she want with a burnt out shell of a man like him. Touble followed him around like the plauge. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone coming toward him. He didn't want to talk to anyone. The only one he wanted to say anything to right now was home in bed with her husband. A husband who tried to hit her today.
"Bosco?" The sound of her voice filled his thoughts. He closed his eyes willing her to be real. "Bosco..hey." He opened his eyes to see her sitting across from him. He had to be dreaming.
"Faith?" His voice was barly a wisper.
"You okay?"
"I should be asking you that." He leaned forward. "We never really talked about what happened today, with Fred."
"Is that why your here?"
"I'm here to drink, nothing more."
"Fred left tonight." Bosco's heart soared. He knew it was a bad thing. But hell he'd waited so long to hear those words.
"Faith I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Fred and the way I acted today and all the shit I put you though the last few months."
"It's all water under the bridge Bos." She took a drink of her soda she had broght to the table. He poured another shot.
Round Six
Bosco tossed it back before Faith had a chance to stop him.
"How many is that?"
"What do you care." Bosco closed his eyes and winced. He hadn't ment it to come out that way.
"Maybe I want you to be in a some what decent mood tomorrow. You acted like an ass today. What the hell got into you today?"
"I flipped." He stared at the shot glass in front of him. "I saw Fred raise his hand to hit you. I ran but...if Jimmy hadn't of been there."
"You would of killed him." Faith looked into Bosco's eyes.
"Damn right I would have."
"Bos your not my father."
"Never said I wanted another mother either."
"Touche'." Bosco tiped the bottle and poured another shot. Faith gave him disappoving look.
"I have a mother Faith and right now she's standing behind the bar giving me the same look so back off."
Round Seven
"Your going to pay for this in the morning."
"Who's watching the kids?"
"Mrs. Hall. The woman's a saint."
"Always there when you need to get my sorry ass out of a jam." He smiled and slammed down the shot. "So what happened with dick he...I mean Fred?"
"I told him not to be home when I got there. He wasn't."
"Faith had he...hit you before this?"
"Yeah...a few times." Bosco clenched his hand around the shot glass. Anger boiled in him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to but I knew you'd over react. I knew you would go after him. I couldn't let you do that for me. Your job wasn't worth it."
"But you are." He reached over and took her hand. "You deserve the best of everything Faith." He kissed her hand. She pulled it away. The look in her eyes told him his actions had confused her.
"Your drunk Bosco."
"Your beautiful Faith." A slow song was playing on the juke box. Bosco stood up and took her hand. "Dance with me." He took her hand as she slid out of the booth. Leading her to the dance floor he took her in his arms and inhaled the scent that was all Faith. Sweet, soft, and sexy. They swayed to the music. She felt so good in his arms. He held her tighter. She was his life line. The one good thing in his life. He needed her in his life and tonight he wanted her in his bed. Fighting the urge to do something he might regret he pushed away from her and went back to the table not caring if she followed him or not.
Round Eight
"Bosco..." Faith put her hand on his shoulder as he downed anther shot.
"Go home Faith." She sat next to him.
"I'll drive you."
"I'm not going home."
"Where are you going?" She looked into his eyes.
"The blond back by the pool table wants me to go home with her."
"So your going home with her?"
"I haven't had a better offer."
"Come home with me." Faith looked down at her soda. Bosco turned to look at her.
"What did you say?"
Round Nine
"Come home with me tonight Bosco." Bosco grabbed the nearly empty bottle and poured a shot and drank it without taking his eyes off Fiath.
"Faith..." She put her fingures on his lips.
"Sheeeee. Don't." She replaced her fingures with her lips. They were warm and welcoming. He hesitated. Oh god this is what he wanted since as long as he could remember.
"Faith.....I...." He gave up trying to fight it and let himself get lost in her kiss. Nothing felt as good as her lips on his. She wraped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Had she wanted this as long as he had.
"Let me take you home Bosco." She smiled. Faith slid out of the booth and reached into his jacket and took out his keys. "Can you walk?"
Round Ten
Grabbing the bottle and drinking the last shot in it and looked at her.
"Hell yeah." He stood up a little unsteady on his feet. Bosco followed her toward the door, stopping to hug his mother. "Thanks ma." She held him for a loong minute.
"You take care baby. Your going to be hurting in the morning." Angela shoved a bottle of asprin in her son's pocket. "I love you too ma." He kissed her cheek and headed out to the only woman he ever wanted and a night he'd been dreaming about for years.
Note: Just something I came up with out of the blue. Like most of my ideas please be gental because it's three in the morning when I type this.
TEN ROUNDS OF JOSE CUERVO
Round One
Bosco sat with a bottle next him at the table. No one stood in his way when he went behind the bar and grabbed it along with a salt shaker and a plate of limes. Angela Boscorelli watched her son sitting alone athe the back table. Even she knew better then to interfear with the mission her son was one. Picking up the phone she dialed a number she knew more out of nessesity then memory. Her son was going to come down hard from this one and only one person could catch him when he fell.
Bosco drank the fist shot. Savoring the bitterness as it eased down his thoat. How the hell did he get to this place in his life? Damn but he felt empty. Tonight more then ever before. After a really shitty day at work he had asked Faith if she needed a ride home. He needed the extra time, to talk out they days problems, But she had declined and said she needed to walk and clear her head. He needed that ten minutes it would of taken them to get to her apartment to keep her close till he saw her again. Bosco hated how weak he'd become when it came to Faith. How he lost complete control when it came to her. What the hell was happing to him.
Round Two
She stood agaist the juke box. Tank top tight over her breasts. The second shot went down as hard as the first. The lime making him gag. Bosco watched the blond sway to the music while she made her selections. Damn she was every thing he looked for. Tall, blond, two beers short of drunk. As he played with the napkin in front of him he thought about the day. About all that he had seen and why he had done the things he had done. Fred had raised his hand to hit Faith as she got out of the truck. He had been to far away to prevent it from happening but Jimmy hadn't. Bosco hadn't been so happy to see the man in all his life. Fred raised his hand and Jimmy stopped it before it made contact with Faith's cheek. It had taken him and Davis to pull Jimmy off of Fred after Faith walked into the station head hanging, embarassed but the scene.
Faith had been quiet the rest of the shift. He felt the need to protect her. Keep her safe. From Fred, from the garbage on the street, from the world. They had been chasing a suspect and he had told her to stay put. She had looked at him like he had told her to shut up or something worse. He was just trying to protect her, knowing she wasn't thinking clearly after the fight with Fred. She had cussed him out and told him to mind his own damn buisness. He had never heard that tone of voice directed at him in all the years he had known her. By the end of the shift she had apoligized but some where deep down Bosco knew forgiveness was going to be a long time coming for both of them.
Round Three
The blond turned his way. He lifted his glass and smiled at her. It wouldn't take more then that to get her over to his table. She winked at him. He bowed his head and smiled. Oh how easy it would be to. The tequila wasn't going down as hard as before. He looked up to see the woman shaking her ass to the music. The blond didn't stir anything in him. Not like she did. Not the way Faith made him feel everyday with just a smile. God he was thinking too much. He poured another drink.
Round Four
Bosco forgot the lime and the salt. He didn't care. All he wanted to do was make her memory out of his head. The memory of Fred raising his hand. It coming down and him being powerless to stop it. He saw movement to his lft but didn't pay attention. He looked up to see his mother at the bar. She was looking at him like she did when he was little. It was 'Oh Maurice what did you go and do now' look. He just turned away from her. His eyes going back to the blond. She was coming to the table. God she was beautiful.
"Can I join you?" Her voice was sweet and warm.
"Sorry. I'm kinda liking my own company." Bosco surprised himself.
"Well if you get lonley I'm back by the pool table."
"I'll keep that in mind.....?
"Joleen."
"Thanks again Joleen." He watched her walk away. Her perfect ass incased in a tight pair of jeans. Bosco groaned. What the hell was he thinking. Turning down a sure thing.
Round Five
He leaned his head back and let the liquid trickel down his throat. God was punnishing him. Making him see that Faith was the one woman in the world that could make him whole and not being able to do a damn thing about it. She would always be somebody else's wife. Not that he would be her first choice if Fred was out of the picture. What the hell would she want with a burnt out shell of a man like him. Touble followed him around like the plauge. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone coming toward him. He didn't want to talk to anyone. The only one he wanted to say anything to right now was home in bed with her husband. A husband who tried to hit her today.
"Bosco?" The sound of her voice filled his thoughts. He closed his eyes willing her to be real. "Bosco..hey." He opened his eyes to see her sitting across from him. He had to be dreaming.
"Faith?" His voice was barly a wisper.
"You okay?"
"I should be asking you that." He leaned forward. "We never really talked about what happened today, with Fred."
"Is that why your here?"
"I'm here to drink, nothing more."
"Fred left tonight." Bosco's heart soared. He knew it was a bad thing. But hell he'd waited so long to hear those words.
"Faith I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Fred and the way I acted today and all the shit I put you though the last few months."
"It's all water under the bridge Bos." She took a drink of her soda she had broght to the table. He poured another shot.
Round Six
Bosco tossed it back before Faith had a chance to stop him.
"How many is that?"
"What do you care." Bosco closed his eyes and winced. He hadn't ment it to come out that way.
"Maybe I want you to be in a some what decent mood tomorrow. You acted like an ass today. What the hell got into you today?"
"I flipped." He stared at the shot glass in front of him. "I saw Fred raise his hand to hit you. I ran but...if Jimmy hadn't of been there."
"You would of killed him." Faith looked into Bosco's eyes.
"Damn right I would have."
"Bos your not my father."
"Never said I wanted another mother either."
"Touche'." Bosco tiped the bottle and poured another shot. Faith gave him disappoving look.
"I have a mother Faith and right now she's standing behind the bar giving me the same look so back off."
Round Seven
"Your going to pay for this in the morning."
"Who's watching the kids?"
"Mrs. Hall. The woman's a saint."
"Always there when you need to get my sorry ass out of a jam." He smiled and slammed down the shot. "So what happened with dick he...I mean Fred?"
"I told him not to be home when I got there. He wasn't."
"Faith had he...hit you before this?"
"Yeah...a few times." Bosco clenched his hand around the shot glass. Anger boiled in him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to but I knew you'd over react. I knew you would go after him. I couldn't let you do that for me. Your job wasn't worth it."
"But you are." He reached over and took her hand. "You deserve the best of everything Faith." He kissed her hand. She pulled it away. The look in her eyes told him his actions had confused her.
"Your drunk Bosco."
"Your beautiful Faith." A slow song was playing on the juke box. Bosco stood up and took her hand. "Dance with me." He took her hand as she slid out of the booth. Leading her to the dance floor he took her in his arms and inhaled the scent that was all Faith. Sweet, soft, and sexy. They swayed to the music. She felt so good in his arms. He held her tighter. She was his life line. The one good thing in his life. He needed her in his life and tonight he wanted her in his bed. Fighting the urge to do something he might regret he pushed away from her and went back to the table not caring if she followed him or not.
Round Eight
"Bosco..." Faith put her hand on his shoulder as he downed anther shot.
"Go home Faith." She sat next to him.
"I'll drive you."
"I'm not going home."
"Where are you going?" She looked into his eyes.
"The blond back by the pool table wants me to go home with her."
"So your going home with her?"
"I haven't had a better offer."
"Come home with me." Faith looked down at her soda. Bosco turned to look at her.
"What did you say?"
Round Nine
"Come home with me tonight Bosco." Bosco grabbed the nearly empty bottle and poured a shot and drank it without taking his eyes off Fiath.
"Faith..." She put her fingures on his lips.
"Sheeeee. Don't." She replaced her fingures with her lips. They were warm and welcoming. He hesitated. Oh god this is what he wanted since as long as he could remember.
"Faith.....I...." He gave up trying to fight it and let himself get lost in her kiss. Nothing felt as good as her lips on his. She wraped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Had she wanted this as long as he had.
"Let me take you home Bosco." She smiled. Faith slid out of the booth and reached into his jacket and took out his keys. "Can you walk?"
Round Ten
Grabbing the bottle and drinking the last shot in it and looked at her.
"Hell yeah." He stood up a little unsteady on his feet. Bosco followed her toward the door, stopping to hug his mother. "Thanks ma." She held him for a loong minute.
"You take care baby. Your going to be hurting in the morning." Angela shoved a bottle of asprin in her son's pocket. "I love you too ma." He kissed her cheek and headed out to the only woman he ever wanted and a night he'd been dreaming about for years.