A/N: I decided to repost this story because even though it wasn't very popular it's a blast to write. Therefore I present again my sometimes absurd Bobby Mercer fic.

This Is How I Disappear

Chapter One- Let Us Entertain You

"Fuck that Jerry. I have nothing anymore. You have Camille and the girls, Angel has Sofi, tell me what the fuck I've got? Two graves and a hockey stick," Bobby screamed as he tossed his single bag and the hockey stick into the trunk of his car.

"Where are you gonna go? At least you have family here unless Angel and I mean nothing to you," Jerry pleaded unsuccessfully for the thousandth time today.

"Don't start with the guilt trip crap. You know I love you guys," Bobby shook his head slamming the truck shut, "I just can't stay here."

"Like always," Jerry mumbled.

As Bobby got into the drivers seat and started the car Jerry desperately stood in front of the hood glaring at him. Bobby glared back and rolled down the window.

"Jerry get the fuck out of the way or I'll run you down."

Jerry stayed still for a few more seconds before he sighed and stepped out of the way. He watched gravely as Bobby sped away.

Bobby revved the engine as he sped down the highway. He knew what he wanted and it wasn't something he could get from family. Subconsciously he knew where he was going and he knew it would take his mind off of his misery even if it only was for a few hours.

It was eleven pm when he reached an old Irish pub in Chicago. Dazed he kicked open the door, walked up to the bar and sat down on a corner stool.

"Ha I was wondering when you'd come back. Couldn't stay away could you?" teased the girl behind the counter.

Bobby smirked and looked at her leaning on the counter top in front of him opening a bottle of beer.

"It's your own fault Eden. Your the one that can't keep your hands off me and your panties on."

She leaned her head back and laughed, "Oh Bobby how did I survive without you?"

He shrugged and sipped on the beer she had placed in front of him. Truth was Eden had only had sex with him once before and that had been an accident. It was the result of a heavy night of whiskey and the ever growing sexual tension between them. Eden was the closest thing to actual love he'd ever had outside of his family. Sure he'd fucked dozens of other girls. He never had lasting feelings though but she was the one exception.

"Your gonna hit the club aren't you?"

That made him laugh. "In all ways."

She shook her head as she chuckled causing locks of light honey hair to fall in her face.

"I get off in ten minutes I'll hit it up with you," she stated turning to take a customers order.

She'd lost weight sense he saw her last, which wasn't a good thing. The girl was practically skin and bones now. She caught him staring and winked flashing him a dazzling smile.

Ten minutes later they were in his car heading over to the strip club. Eden's friends all worked there and there was more than one of them that would do anything Bobby asked for. Eden found it disgusting but she never protested.

"So what brings you back? Couldn't find a nice piece of ass at home or... are you running again?" she asked her feet propped up on the dashboard and a cigarette hanging between her fingers.

"Fuck what do you smoke three packs a day or something? No wonder your so fucking skinny."

She rolled her eyes and blew smoke in his face. "No I smoke one pack a day and I've been dancing a lot."

"Dancing?" his eyebrow raised and she slapped him.

"Not that kind of dancing. Don't get your hopes up to high the only person who gets to see me naked is myself and way to avoid the question. Obviously your running from something. What would that be?"

His fists tightened on the steering wheel then he reached over, plucked the cigarette from her lips and threw it out the window.

"It's fucking cold shut the window already."

Eden glared at him before holding up her hands in defeat and did as she was told.

"Touchy aren't we?"

"Shut up," he growled.

Eden sat up at the bar enviously sipping on a martini as Bobby got his share of lap dances.

"What's Bobby back for?" Kat asked as she sat down in the stool beside Eden's.

"No idea."

"Well he seems to be enjoying himself," Kat stated sticking out her tongue and gagging.

Kat was a baby, only nineteen. She didn't work at the club but hung out and helped the girls get ready. Dressed in a pair of Eden's jeans and a Cami she looked slightly askew but Eden couldn't really consider her Bermuda shorts and corset much of an improvement.

"Your so jealous," Kat howled with laughter almost falling out of the stool.

"Am not," Eden yelled back smacking her on the shoulder.

"Don't deny it. You want to touch him, you want to love him, you want to fuck him," Kat giggled grabbing Eden's martini and downing it in one gulp.

Eden shook her head disapprovingly, "Loving and fucking are the same thing smart one."

"Whatever you still want him," she went on as she flipped her raven bangs from her eyes.

"Fine watch this," Eden challenged getting to her feet.

"Go get him tiger."

Bobby was looking bored as he sat staring at the ceiling. He'd ditched the girls a few minutes ago and was already back to suffering. Eden sat on his lap and wiped lipstick off his cheek.

"Bored already?" she breathed into his ear.

"Sadly," he sighed.

"Why don't we fix that then?"

He looked at her and smirked. "We?"

"As in you and I in my bed."

She didn't have to ask twice.