Just an awesome idea I came up with while reading an amazing story by a good friend of mine. I hope you all like this, it shall be extremely yummy. Just you wait and see. : D Warning: Contains violence, language, and homosexuality later on. If you do not like what you read now then go back. You have been warned.
Chapter 1 – Returning Home
The place was crowded, as usual. Nothing was different he admitted. Still the same old stuff, people drinking and arguing, waitresses being secretly seductive as they served the drunken patrons, the sound of rape music filling the room above the loud roar of the crowded bar. He silently but swiftly walked in, only a couple of people watching him as he entered. As he sat down at the bar, the wooden stool creaked slightly.
"Vodka, just give me the bottle."
The bartender nodded and silently gave him a bottle. He paid for the whole bottle, standing and walking away from the bar to one of the empty tables. Yeah, nothing was any different, everything exactly the same. His eyes scanned the room, paying little attention to the laughing patrons in the center of the bar, but at the empty tables with only a couple of people. His attention fell upon the one table in the very far corner, shrouded in almost complete darkness. There at the table, sat a lone figure, completely sealed off from everybody else, empty bottles of beer scattered across his table, and a shot glass half full in his gloved hand. He couldn't tell much about the person, only that he seemed male, given his bulky figure despite the trench coat.
He took a sip from the bottle, the sweet liquid running down his throat, burning but tasting so good. He hadn't had a drink in over 2 years since he left, but now that he was back, it didn't hurt to at least have a few drinks. The man in the dark corner was alone, just drinking by himself, not bothering to engage in conversation or invite anybody else to drink with him. The man felt something tap his shoulder, breaking his train of thought. He looked, seeing a blonde waitress looking down at him, a sweet little smile on her face, but she seemed kind of nervous. She was probably new.
"Um….hello….Can I get you anything? We have an excellent choice of….beverages and….food…."
The man smiled and looked up at her, yeah she was new, and she was shaking like a leaf. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
"It's ok, I don't need anything. You're new here, so I'll give you some advice. Just be nice, have a smile, and say 'can I get you anything?' If you go by those few simple things, you'll be fine. It's not a hard job, so just relax and be polite, ok?"
She was young, probably only 19 or 18. He felt so sorry for her. She nodded and turned, quickly walking away, leaving the now satisfied man as he sat back down. With a sigh he continued to silently watch the figure in the corner, taking a small drink from the bottle every now and then. He was still alone, just drinking, staring at absolutely nothing. A raise in the volume of the room caused his focus to turn from the man in the corner, to the commotion. A man was standing, anger was written on his face, his cheeks red from drinking too much.
"I told you to bring me a goddamn burger, and you fucking come back with nothing and just walk by me!"
He was screaming at the new waitress, she was looking down at her feet, her hands clenching a part of her outfit tightly.
"I'm sorry…."
The angered mans eyes widened in anger, his hand raised, outstretched.
"Sorry doesn't cut it you fuckin' dumb bitch!"
His hand came down fast, striking her hard across the face, her small form falling to the ground with a loud thump combined with her scream. Silently the observing man rose, slowly walking over to the drunken one who was about a few inches taller than him, and from the looks of him, a lot stronger. As he approached, the drunk looked at him, his hand curling into a tight fist.
"What the fuck do you want boy, you here to rescue her or somethin'? Don't try to be a hero. You'll be in the hospital."
He wasn't listening. As he approached, the fragile and now crying waitress rose to her feet shakily, one hand clutching her now hurt face delicately. He stopped in front of her, gently helping her fully to her feet. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"It's alright, go on now. I'll deal with this insolent good for nothing. I suggest you get some ice on that, or it will continue to swell."
Her eyes lit up with happiness as she nodded and ran off, disappearing from view as she went through the door to the kitchen. A rough hand went on his shoulder, spinning him around. The drunk was in his face, spitting with every word as he spoke loudly.
"Who the hell you callin' good for nothin' and…in…in…insolent you fucker, I outta kick your ass!"
The calm man sighed, slowly wiping the disgusting spit from his face before looking at the drunk with a glare that was compared to a million daggers.
"You dare harm a woman? A woman who just started working here, who was probably just going to serve somebody else while your food was being made? How dare you, insolent filth. You don't deserve your food, or the satisfaction of her services. You disgust me."
The drunks eyes blazed with fury as he roughly pushed the man back. He only smiled and continued to stare. The drunk drew his fist back to punch him, as his fist rushed forward, the others hand swiftly grabbed his fist, holding it tightly. With his other hand his palm shot forward and right, pushing the drunks elbow in the opposite direction it bent, snapping the bone in half. The drunk howled in pain and agony as he fell to the floor screaming, tears running down his face. It was truly a pathetic sight. The man looked up, seeing the drunks other companions staring in terror at him. He smiled evilly, and turned around on the heel of his combat boot. Everybody was staring. The only sound in the bar was that of the music playing. Suddenly a few people started clapping and cheering, then more joined in. Soon the whole bar was cheering. He looked around, not caring for the applause or begging for more attention with his hands in the air, he only looked around.
The whole bar was excited, and soon everybody was laughing and drinking with joy, some still giving cheers to the man for coming to the waitress's aid. The only person, who hadn't done a thing, was the one sitting in the corner, his head, covered by a scarf and hat, now turned in his direction. He stared back. The only thing he was able to make out was his eyes. They were partially covered, but the color could be seen, amber. He continued to stare, slowly picking up his bottle of vodka before taking a drink. The bar continued being noisy, soon it began to hurt his head. He decided a nice warm shower and some sleep would do him good. He rose, heading out the door while grabbing his leather jacket. Once outside, he calmly walked down the street, seeing the man whose arm he had just broke trying to get into his truck. Once he arrived home, he took that hot shower, and then slipped into some boxer briefs and loose shorts before heading to the bedroom. His feet moved silently across the hardwood floors.
As he stretched out on the bed, his wet hair fell in his eyes, he didn't care, and he was tired. As he began to drift off, the thought that kept coming back to him was the man sitting in the dark corner, just staring at him. Soon, sleep took him over.
Raphael ran across the rooftop quickly, trying to get back to the lair as fast as he could, not wanting a lecture from his older brother. It was already almost 2. He needed to get home as quickly as possible. His mind kept going back to that bar fight, well you couldn't really call it a fight since only one blow landed, and that was the end of it. But it was absolutely amazing, Raph thought. The guy was completely calm, and snapped the guys arm so quickly Raph barely saw it happen. That man intrigued him, made him want to watch him more. He was cool looking, sort of like one of those actors from the action movies. Tall, probably 6 foot, black straight shaggy hair that hung over his eyes. A firm body so it seemed. His eyes were a light green, the color of his Brother Leo's skin. As Raph entered the sewers, he was sure to take the secret route he had found that led right to the wall of his room, where he had a secret trap door. As he entered, he slipped into his bed, completely tired, his head spinning from drinking. His mind constantly kept thinking about that guy. He could do that stuff just as easily as that guy could, but still, it was amazing to see!
"Totally worth the trip I'd say…." Raph said as he fell asleep instantly.
Oh super fantastic, Raphie getting' drunk and a super awesome hot guy being a knight in shining armor for the poor waitress. What will happen next, who knows? If you like this, please read and review. I always love to hear the reader's comments, so please, don't be shy, review! I love you all my little gum drops! Until next time! Peace and love, oh and fudge! Lots and lots of gooey fudge!
