Alright so, I was more or less getting my footing with part one and I'm happy with how it turn out for the most part. However, I will say that this installment will be much better…and also much more serious. Please, R&R!


February 5, 1978

It was somewhere around four in the morning and not one light was on in the house. Jinx Shannon, or Ginger, as her husband called her, sat alone in the darkness brooding into the bottom of a near empty whiskey glass. There was an eerie silence in the house, not even a whimper was heard out of the year-old Brandi. It was like the calm before a raging, violent storm which would leave devastation in its wake.

The calmness slowly began to give way within Jinx's alcohol impaired mind as she heard a key being turned in the lock; signaling that James was home.

He walked into the living room and straight towards her, seemingly oblivious to the anger brewing within her.

"Hey, Ginger." He said "Something's happened—" Jinx had boiled over and saw fit to interrupt him at that point.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Jinx asked loudly. Her voice slurred slightly at she narrowed her bloodshot eyes at her husband. "I'll take a guess. You were out gambling all our money away, weren't you, Jim? Or, maybe you robbed another bank?" Her slurring and temper became less controlled with each word, and by the last sentence she was standing up and shouting.

"You've been drinking again." James said with a tone that masked his hurt but betrayed a slight hint of irritation.

Jinx calmed only slightly and became teary eyed, saying "I wouldn't need to drink if I wasn't constantly worried about the cops showing up at our door!"

"Hey! The only reason I rob banks is to pay for your drinking!" James yelled defensively, turning his back on the inebriated woman.

"Oh, face it, James. You only rob banks because you're a lousy gambler."Jinx scoffed, the bitterness of her whiskey seemingly finding its way into her voice.

James had grown tired of fighting and just let go of his anger with one long sigh. He knew he had to leave and he didn't want this to be the way he spent what could be the last few moments he had with his Ginger. "I have to leave." He said.


Brandi stood beside Chuck just staring at the suitcase full of white powder. She had seen countless cop shows about people involved in drug deals, but she couldn't believe that she'd become one of them.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, hoping that he would somehow decide against this. Of all the get-rich quick schemes he'd cooked up since they began dating, this was by far the most insane.

"It's all cool, baby." He cooed as he cupped her face "Once this is all over, we're gonna be rich."

Brandi still wasn't reassured. So many doubts ran through her head all at once, it was hard to know which to address first.

"I don't know, Chuck. I mean, I'm about to fly 2,000 miles and keep a suitcase of meth in my sister's house. That just doesn't feel right."

Chuck smiled a scheming smirk "Hey, hey. We're always sayin' we love each other, right? Those are just empty words if you're not willing to prove it. If you don't do this, I'll know you don't love me and I won't love you anymore."

Brandi wanted to cry. She wanted so badly to back out of this deal, but she also desperately sought the approval of men.

"Okay."


"So how is Nancy Drew?" Mary asked snidely as the pair watched her drive away after another incident involving a witness.

"She's good." Marshall said, smiling wryly at Mary's jealous tone.

"No, I mean, is she good in bed? I know you did it. Details."

Marshall sighed, "And since when is my coital activity, or my love life as a whole for that matter, you're business." He hadn't really meant it, he was just baiting her into an argument, hoping she might finally show something more than jealousy.

"What?" Mary asked, whipping her head around so fast that Marshall feared her neck might snap "I tell you everything."

"And by everything, I assume you mean the engagement that I was one of the last to know about." Marshall smiled sarcastically and Mary let out a harsh, angry rasp of breath.

"Good God, don't tell me you're still pissy because I didn't tell you as soon as he put the ring on my damn finger!"

"I'm your best friend. I'm your best friend and I had to find out from a tan on your finger." He spoke, still managing to keep his composure despite his burning jealousy and anger.

"Do you wanna know why I didn't tell you? Because I love you enough to spare your feelings!" Both of them stopped short at her words. One moment of weakness and it was out there. It was as close to an admission of love as Mary Shannon could get, but both of them had heard it loud and clear and both were shell-shocked by it.


So, that's part two. I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to click the review button!