Title: A Night at Callahan's
Chapter 1: Here at Callahan's
The Setup: What if Vaughn and Weiss met up with Sydney, Francie and Tricks at Callahan's Tavern? This takes place after Sydney's mother is exposed as the KGB agent who killed Vaughn's father.
Rating: PG-13 for language, maybe a stronger rating later for "actions"
Feedback: Yes, please. I'm trying to build up my courage to tackle writing a play (which will have nothing to do with Alias). FYI, Tricks is my creation. In fact, she's me, so if you don't like her, c'est dommage.
Callahan's Tavern - Front Entrance
From the street Weiss and Vaughn could hear raucous sounds coming from Callahan's Tavern. The DJ was spinning a tune from the 70's by Frankie Vallie and Vaughn could hear voices inside chanting, "So good, so good, so good."
Weiss reached past the two burly bouncers and opened the door. Vaughn followed him inside.
They managed to squeeze their way through the crowd to get to the smaller of the tavern's two bars. Weiss opened up his wallet, took out a $20 bill and slapped it on the bar. He turned to Vaughn and said, "we're not going home until this is all spent." Vaughn thought to himself, beers are what, $3 including a tip? Six drinks in total, three apiece. I can handle that. Not even enough to get a buzz on. Weiss saw Vaughn making silent calculations and a smile crept up on his face. "It's dollar Moosehead night buddy!"
Callahan's Tavern - Back Entrance
Francie and Sydney always used the back entrance at Callahan's. It was easier that way. There was just way too much congestion up at the front of the tavern.
Francie took Sydney's hand and they began to navigate their way to the main bar. DJ "Cal" Callahan was busy flipping through his CD collection and his sister Tricks was standing to his left.
"Helloooo," Tricks called out to Sydney and Francie as they approached.
Cal caught the attention of the bartender and pointed to the two women who joined his sister. "Get Tricks' friends whatever they want." Sydney and Francie wrapped their arms around the bear of a man, who at 6 feet tall and 250 pounds, dwarfed both woman.
"Thanks for the drink Cal," Francie said kissing his cheek, "you're the best."
"Yeah, thanks Cal," Sydney added as she kissed his other cheek.
Sydney and Francie gave their order to the bartender and got comfortable.
Sydney turned to Tricks, "How have you been? It's seems like ages since I've seen you."
"Not since Danny's funeral," Tricks said softly.
Sydney nodded. "Thanks again for all your help. I don't know what I would have done without you and Francie."
"That's what friends are for," Tricks replied with a hug. She'd met Sydney and Francie by chance their freshmen year in college when they ended up in Psychology 101 together. They would sit in the last row of the lecture hall and play hangman, using psychology terms as the "word." Since freshman year, they all managed to take at least one class together, though they stopped playing hangman after each received a B- in Psychology.
"Sorry I haven't been around much lately, work has got me completely tied up," Sydney said sheepishly.
"Not a problem Syd. Actually, I was hoping it was a man who had you tied up!" Tricks added impishly.
"No," Sydney statement emphatically, "no man."
Francie, who had been busy sipping her wine added, "Tricks, it's funny you mention a man. I've had the feeling that Sydney's been seeing someone on the sly for the last few months. She's always running off at the drop of a hat, day and night. Then when she gets back she's all quiet and pensive. Like she's happy and sad all at the same time. Only a man can fuck with a woman's emotions like that."
"No, really. I'm not seeing anyone."
Tricks caught Francie's eye and gave her a silent "yeah right" look. "OK, I believe you." Linking her arm with Sydney's she continued, "finish up your drink and then let's go and see if we can convince my brother to play Ain't No Mountain High Enough for you."
Callahan's - Two hours later
Vaughn was morosely sipping his fourth Moosehead. Weiss was wrong. He was having one hell of a hard time forgetting about today's shitty events. He kept remembering the look on Sydney's face when she learned that her mother was a KGB agent. Damn, he thought, why did I pursue the Cyrillic writing in Sydney's mother's books? Then tonight could have been like every other Friday night over the last couple of months with him sitting home alone watching the Kings on TV. Instead, he was here in the world's most crowded bar drinking way too much.
Weiss was caught up in a world all his own. He was busy surreptitiously watching the tall brunette standing next to the DJ. He was drawn to her and he didn't quite know why. But he knew it wasn't just the beer talking. She seemed to be having a good time, dancing, doing shots, singing along with all the songs. She was definitely having a better time than he was. Weiss turned to Vaughn and said, "We need to party with the tall girl over there," pointing to near the DJ.
Vaughn looked over to where Weiss was pointing. He'd noticed her earlier. She was with a black girl and possibly someone else, but the third member of their group was blocked by a sea of bar patrons. "She seems like fun," Vaughn agreed unenthusiastically.
"Look," Weiss began, "let's get another round of beer, and go over and talk to her and her friends. But first, you've got to snap out of your funk --"
Vaughn was annoyed. "I'm not in a funk," he interrupted. "I'm just..."
"You're just what? Vaughn. Buddy. Pal. Friend. You're in a funk and it's over Sydney. You're waiting for SD-6 to be brought down so you can make your move on her and it's making you a little loco.."
"What do you mean, make my move on Sydney?" Vaughn asked incredulously. "I'm her handler. Nothing more."
"Vaughn, you know your relationship with Sydney is more than just handler and agent. How many other handlers bought their agents a Christmas present this year? You may have fooled Dr. Barnett, you can try and fool me, but please don't fool yourself. You have feelings for Sydney. But until SD-6 is permanently put out of business, which by the way doesn't look like it's going to happen any time soon, you need to put your feelings for Sydney away in a box and don't take them out again until it's safe. You know what will happen if you cross the line with her and get caught. You'll jeopardize not only your career but her life."
Vaughn was silent, brooding over what Weiss had said. Well, he thought to himself, we just can't get caught.
"OK, no mas. I give up. We'll go over to Miss Brown Hair and make nice. I will talk you up and say all the right things."
I'm working on the final chapter. This is so freaking hard.
Thanks for your feedback, it's been greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1: Here at Callahan's
The Setup: What if Vaughn and Weiss met up with Sydney, Francie and Tricks at Callahan's Tavern? This takes place after Sydney's mother is exposed as the KGB agent who killed Vaughn's father.
Rating: PG-13 for language, maybe a stronger rating later for "actions"
Feedback: Yes, please. I'm trying to build up my courage to tackle writing a play (which will have nothing to do with Alias). FYI, Tricks is my creation. In fact, she's me, so if you don't like her, c'est dommage.
Callahan's Tavern - Front Entrance
From the street Weiss and Vaughn could hear raucous sounds coming from Callahan's Tavern. The DJ was spinning a tune from the 70's by Frankie Vallie and Vaughn could hear voices inside chanting, "So good, so good, so good."
Weiss reached past the two burly bouncers and opened the door. Vaughn followed him inside.
They managed to squeeze their way through the crowd to get to the smaller of the tavern's two bars. Weiss opened up his wallet, took out a $20 bill and slapped it on the bar. He turned to Vaughn and said, "we're not going home until this is all spent." Vaughn thought to himself, beers are what, $3 including a tip? Six drinks in total, three apiece. I can handle that. Not even enough to get a buzz on. Weiss saw Vaughn making silent calculations and a smile crept up on his face. "It's dollar Moosehead night buddy!"
Callahan's Tavern - Back Entrance
Francie and Sydney always used the back entrance at Callahan's. It was easier that way. There was just way too much congestion up at the front of the tavern.
Francie took Sydney's hand and they began to navigate their way to the main bar. DJ "Cal" Callahan was busy flipping through his CD collection and his sister Tricks was standing to his left.
"Helloooo," Tricks called out to Sydney and Francie as they approached.
Cal caught the attention of the bartender and pointed to the two women who joined his sister. "Get Tricks' friends whatever they want." Sydney and Francie wrapped their arms around the bear of a man, who at 6 feet tall and 250 pounds, dwarfed both woman.
"Thanks for the drink Cal," Francie said kissing his cheek, "you're the best."
"Yeah, thanks Cal," Sydney added as she kissed his other cheek.
Sydney and Francie gave their order to the bartender and got comfortable.
Sydney turned to Tricks, "How have you been? It's seems like ages since I've seen you."
"Not since Danny's funeral," Tricks said softly.
Sydney nodded. "Thanks again for all your help. I don't know what I would have done without you and Francie."
"That's what friends are for," Tricks replied with a hug. She'd met Sydney and Francie by chance their freshmen year in college when they ended up in Psychology 101 together. They would sit in the last row of the lecture hall and play hangman, using psychology terms as the "word." Since freshman year, they all managed to take at least one class together, though they stopped playing hangman after each received a B- in Psychology.
"Sorry I haven't been around much lately, work has got me completely tied up," Sydney said sheepishly.
"Not a problem Syd. Actually, I was hoping it was a man who had you tied up!" Tricks added impishly.
"No," Sydney statement emphatically, "no man."
Francie, who had been busy sipping her wine added, "Tricks, it's funny you mention a man. I've had the feeling that Sydney's been seeing someone on the sly for the last few months. She's always running off at the drop of a hat, day and night. Then when she gets back she's all quiet and pensive. Like she's happy and sad all at the same time. Only a man can fuck with a woman's emotions like that."
"No, really. I'm not seeing anyone."
Tricks caught Francie's eye and gave her a silent "yeah right" look. "OK, I believe you." Linking her arm with Sydney's she continued, "finish up your drink and then let's go and see if we can convince my brother to play Ain't No Mountain High Enough for you."
Callahan's - Two hours later
Vaughn was morosely sipping his fourth Moosehead. Weiss was wrong. He was having one hell of a hard time forgetting about today's shitty events. He kept remembering the look on Sydney's face when she learned that her mother was a KGB agent. Damn, he thought, why did I pursue the Cyrillic writing in Sydney's mother's books? Then tonight could have been like every other Friday night over the last couple of months with him sitting home alone watching the Kings on TV. Instead, he was here in the world's most crowded bar drinking way too much.
Weiss was caught up in a world all his own. He was busy surreptitiously watching the tall brunette standing next to the DJ. He was drawn to her and he didn't quite know why. But he knew it wasn't just the beer talking. She seemed to be having a good time, dancing, doing shots, singing along with all the songs. She was definitely having a better time than he was. Weiss turned to Vaughn and said, "We need to party with the tall girl over there," pointing to near the DJ.
Vaughn looked over to where Weiss was pointing. He'd noticed her earlier. She was with a black girl and possibly someone else, but the third member of their group was blocked by a sea of bar patrons. "She seems like fun," Vaughn agreed unenthusiastically.
"Look," Weiss began, "let's get another round of beer, and go over and talk to her and her friends. But first, you've got to snap out of your funk --"
Vaughn was annoyed. "I'm not in a funk," he interrupted. "I'm just..."
"You're just what? Vaughn. Buddy. Pal. Friend. You're in a funk and it's over Sydney. You're waiting for SD-6 to be brought down so you can make your move on her and it's making you a little loco.."
"What do you mean, make my move on Sydney?" Vaughn asked incredulously. "I'm her handler. Nothing more."
"Vaughn, you know your relationship with Sydney is more than just handler and agent. How many other handlers bought their agents a Christmas present this year? You may have fooled Dr. Barnett, you can try and fool me, but please don't fool yourself. You have feelings for Sydney. But until SD-6 is permanently put out of business, which by the way doesn't look like it's going to happen any time soon, you need to put your feelings for Sydney away in a box and don't take them out again until it's safe. You know what will happen if you cross the line with her and get caught. You'll jeopardize not only your career but her life."
Vaughn was silent, brooding over what Weiss had said. Well, he thought to himself, we just can't get caught.
"OK, no mas. I give up. We'll go over to Miss Brown Hair and make nice. I will talk you up and say all the right things."
I'm working on the final chapter. This is so freaking hard.
Thanks for your feedback, it's been greatly appreciated.