Gary comes out of a door and walks into the bar, in which he lives above, Marissa is
sitting at a bar stool drinking coffee. Marissa is a young pretty black woman also
in her mid thirty's who is blind. She's also Gary's best friend and part owner of
McGinty's bar.
"Morning Marissa," he said pouring coffee and pulling on his coat.
She hears the ruffling of his coat.
"Morning Gary leaving so soon? What's going on today? Everything ok," she asked.
"In about 20 minuets a women's going to die in a hit and run accident. Other than
that nothing really. You know the usual's a fire an attempt suicide… 'bout it, he
said taking a sip of the coffee.
She smiled "we got a letter from Chuck", she informed studying the brail card.
"Yea," he questioned, "everything ok?"
"Yea fine just that him and Jade are expecting their first child," she handed him the letter and the rest of the mail.
"Really that's great. Chuck a father never thought I would see that," he stated in
disbelief.
"Yea me neither," Marissa agreed. Chuck used to be one of Gary and
Marissa's best friends. He also owned the other half of McGinty's but after he left for
California to become a producer Marissa took over his half. Gary sifted through
the mail then set them down with his coffee cup.
"Do me a favor Marissa remind me to send him a card or something from us.
" Already done!", she laughed as he turned to leave.
"Hey Gary don't forget to call Mr. Green back you didn't yesterday," she informed.
" I knew I forgot something.. Marissa think you could call him for me. Just tell him
we need to order… umm…2 cases of margarita mix… and 4 bottles of banana,
cherry, and raspberry smoothie mix ok?" he asked.
" Got it," he went to leave again. "Oh and Gary," he stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"Yea," he questioned.
" Be careful ok?" she pleaded.
"Sure Marissa," he said opening the door.
In walked his bar tender Patrick. Patrick is in his mid twenties with dirty
blond hair, he's very attractive and quite a character.
"Morning Mr. Hobson," he called to him crossing over to the bar and setting his apron down then going back over to him.
"Morning Patrick," Gary replied.
"Heading out so soon? Oh let me guess," He started getting excited, "you've got one of those feelings again!"
"What!" Gary Replied.
" Now Mr. Hobson don't be so modest. You know the ones where you
have a feeling something's going to happen," Patrick smiles. Gary Paused. " I knew
it! What's it this time Mr. Hobson?" Patrick questioned.
" Well uhh.. Marissa tell Patrick where I'm going," Gary urged. Marissa slid off of her chair and started walking towards them while tapping her cane.
" Well Patrick Gary's going to the post office for me. Aren't you Gary?" She took out some letters and handed them to him.
"Uhh… yea that's right," he took the letters, "be back soon. You two hold
down the fort while I'm gone," he opened up the door.
"Call me," Marissa yelled after him. Patrick gave her a funny look. "Umm…call me if you uhh… have trouble mailing those letters," she yelled.
"Oh there's going to be trouble. If I don't get down there in 10 minuets there's going to be trouble," he shut the door behind him.
"Marissa," Patrick looked up from the floor.
"Yea Patrick," she answered.
"Why does Mr. Hobson have to be at the post office in 10 minuets? And why would
he have problems mailing out letters and have to call you?" he questioned.
"Well," Marissa started. "He… has to be… at a meeting in 10 minuets… with some local bar owners… and he doesn't want to be late. And he would call me because well you know Gary. He can't even decide which pair of sock to wear with out me!" she said feeling as though he might have actually believed her story.
"Oh, duh! Always like Mr. Hobson to not want to be late for his meetings," he replied smiling as though everything made sense now. He grabbed his apron and started walking behind the bar. Marissa smiled while getting back in her seat.
"Yea meetings," she said.
sitting at a bar stool drinking coffee. Marissa is a young pretty black woman also
in her mid thirty's who is blind. She's also Gary's best friend and part owner of
McGinty's bar.
"Morning Marissa," he said pouring coffee and pulling on his coat.
She hears the ruffling of his coat.
"Morning Gary leaving so soon? What's going on today? Everything ok," she asked.
"In about 20 minuets a women's going to die in a hit and run accident. Other than
that nothing really. You know the usual's a fire an attempt suicide… 'bout it, he
said taking a sip of the coffee.
She smiled "we got a letter from Chuck", she informed studying the brail card.
"Yea," he questioned, "everything ok?"
"Yea fine just that him and Jade are expecting their first child," she handed him the letter and the rest of the mail.
"Really that's great. Chuck a father never thought I would see that," he stated in
disbelief.
"Yea me neither," Marissa agreed. Chuck used to be one of Gary and
Marissa's best friends. He also owned the other half of McGinty's but after he left for
California to become a producer Marissa took over his half. Gary sifted through
the mail then set them down with his coffee cup.
"Do me a favor Marissa remind me to send him a card or something from us.
" Already done!", she laughed as he turned to leave.
"Hey Gary don't forget to call Mr. Green back you didn't yesterday," she informed.
" I knew I forgot something.. Marissa think you could call him for me. Just tell him
we need to order… umm…2 cases of margarita mix… and 4 bottles of banana,
cherry, and raspberry smoothie mix ok?" he asked.
" Got it," he went to leave again. "Oh and Gary," he stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"Yea," he questioned.
" Be careful ok?" she pleaded.
"Sure Marissa," he said opening the door.
In walked his bar tender Patrick. Patrick is in his mid twenties with dirty
blond hair, he's very attractive and quite a character.
"Morning Mr. Hobson," he called to him crossing over to the bar and setting his apron down then going back over to him.
"Morning Patrick," Gary replied.
"Heading out so soon? Oh let me guess," He started getting excited, "you've got one of those feelings again!"
"What!" Gary Replied.
" Now Mr. Hobson don't be so modest. You know the ones where you
have a feeling something's going to happen," Patrick smiles. Gary Paused. " I knew
it! What's it this time Mr. Hobson?" Patrick questioned.
" Well uhh.. Marissa tell Patrick where I'm going," Gary urged. Marissa slid off of her chair and started walking towards them while tapping her cane.
" Well Patrick Gary's going to the post office for me. Aren't you Gary?" She took out some letters and handed them to him.
"Uhh… yea that's right," he took the letters, "be back soon. You two hold
down the fort while I'm gone," he opened up the door.
"Call me," Marissa yelled after him. Patrick gave her a funny look. "Umm…call me if you uhh… have trouble mailing those letters," she yelled.
"Oh there's going to be trouble. If I don't get down there in 10 minuets there's going to be trouble," he shut the door behind him.
"Marissa," Patrick looked up from the floor.
"Yea Patrick," she answered.
"Why does Mr. Hobson have to be at the post office in 10 minuets? And why would
he have problems mailing out letters and have to call you?" he questioned.
"Well," Marissa started. "He… has to be… at a meeting in 10 minuets… with some local bar owners… and he doesn't want to be late. And he would call me because well you know Gary. He can't even decide which pair of sock to wear with out me!" she said feeling as though he might have actually believed her story.
"Oh, duh! Always like Mr. Hobson to not want to be late for his meetings," he replied smiling as though everything made sense now. He grabbed his apron and started walking behind the bar. Marissa smiled while getting back in her seat.
"Yea meetings," she said.