Chapter Three
Good time with good pals
"Randall, Deigo?"
They turned around and were just as surprised as I was. Standing in Al's nasty old office was the two faces I expected to see least. Randall and Deigo Boggs. Randall had on a jacket with a short-sleeved shirt and Diego had on an AC/DC t-shirt, his leather jacket was lying in a chair. Both of them had their guns in their shoulder holsters. They looked like they had just seen a ghost. I ran over to of them and gave them a hug. "It's so good to see you guys again, I've been missing you two."
"When did they let you out," Randall laughed. He was just as I remembered him, he hadn't change a bit, neither had Deigo.
"Two days ago, man. Hey, I thought you was in prison too." Deigo had gotten a life sentence for something, I couldn't remember. I didn't know what was going on, and apparently Al hadn't a clue either.
"About a year ago, man how di."
"You know these two, Val?" He said with a look of astonishment on his face. Randall and Deigo just smiled. They apparently found this whole situation just as funny as I did. They always could pull a little humor out of almost any situation, no matter how strange.
"Know them, I would hope so, they're my step-brothers!"
"They're what? Val you never told me you had any family, I can see the family resemblance, but still, what's up with that, you holding out info or something. Next you'll be telling me you're undercover for the CDA or the feds, or something like that!" He had a look in his eye that no amount of money could buy; it was that look that comes at the moment when you see the headlights coming right at you or something like that. Priceless.
"No Al, this job is way more fun than being a cop. And don't worry these guys are professionals, they're worth their weight in gold." He just stared at me. Al apparently didn't believe me.
"You're not just saying that because they're family, are you?"
I smiled, "And what if I am." I laughed, "Show Al your stuff." That instant Deigo and Randall disappeared for a few moments, and then reappeared. By this point Randall and Deigo were sitting on Al's nasty old sofa. It had holes in it and more coffee stains than I could count. I don't know how much Al had paid for it, but whatever he paid, it was too much. I thought about shooting the poor thing when I left just to put it out of its misery. They were messing with his junky old radio trying to change the easy listening station Al had it on.
Randall had a funny look in his eye, "I hate this stuff, there's gotta be some real tunes on this thing." Then a song I hadn't heard since childhood came on the radio.
Deigo smirked, "Shhhh, I love this song!"
"Well, I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feeling that something ain't right.
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, and I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs.
clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you," By now Randall and Deigo were dancing on the sofa and singing along, "And I'm wondering what it is I should do. it's so hard to keep this smile from my face, losing control, yeah, I'm all over."
Al was almost about to kill someone if one of us didn't turn of the radio, "Hey boys, how's about this, you three turn off that stupid song and I'll hire you guys. And as a bonus I won't shoot you."
"Well, you started off with nothing, and you're proud that you're a self-made man .*click*
"Good that's what I thought," Al was smiling like there was no tomorrow. He was setting two hundreds on his desk. Randall and Deigo grabbed the cash before Al got the chance to do something to them. "These are for clothes, ok, not girls, not food, CLOTHES!" "Val will fill in the details." "I don't want to see either of you two in my office again. You're lucky I'm hiring you this time. And if you slip up I'll make you two wish you were born girls, got it!" Randall and Deigo nodded, I didn't like Al picking on my family, but I didn't want a dose of what Al was dishing.
"I'll be back," Randall muttered with a scared look on his face, "Uh, where's the john?"
Al smiled again, "Down the hall to the right, got that, or do I need to sing it for you, you moron?" I looked at Al with a look that I think scared him, but he still had enough in him to keep on.
"Hey now, you don't talk to my family like that you." I interrupted Deigo before Al played some gangster baseball with his head. I'd seen it done before, once you've seen it, you are never quite the same a gain.
"Al, please try to act nice when my brothers are present," I shot Al another look, this time one I knew would get his attention. "It's okay Deigo, don't worry about him, after Randall gets back, I'll take you two out to eat," I smiled; Deigo looked at me and gave me another hug.
"Sure thing, baby bro," He laughed. He ran one of his hands through his fronds and grabbed his jacket from the chair grinning at Al. Al looked like a dog just itching to bite. I knew we needed to get out of there before Deigo made Al snap.
"You know how much I hate it when you call me that!" We walked outside Al's office and waited for Randall in the hall. After walking down the stairs we left the building. All three of us took "my" car to the restaurant.
"Stuck in the Middle With You is a song owned by Stealers Wheel, as far as I know" Also AC/DC is a band with more copyrights then can be counted, they're not mine!
"Randall, Deigo?"
They turned around and were just as surprised as I was. Standing in Al's nasty old office was the two faces I expected to see least. Randall and Deigo Boggs. Randall had on a jacket with a short-sleeved shirt and Diego had on an AC/DC t-shirt, his leather jacket was lying in a chair. Both of them had their guns in their shoulder holsters. They looked like they had just seen a ghost. I ran over to of them and gave them a hug. "It's so good to see you guys again, I've been missing you two."
"When did they let you out," Randall laughed. He was just as I remembered him, he hadn't change a bit, neither had Deigo.
"Two days ago, man. Hey, I thought you was in prison too." Deigo had gotten a life sentence for something, I couldn't remember. I didn't know what was going on, and apparently Al hadn't a clue either.
"About a year ago, man how di."
"You know these two, Val?" He said with a look of astonishment on his face. Randall and Deigo just smiled. They apparently found this whole situation just as funny as I did. They always could pull a little humor out of almost any situation, no matter how strange.
"Know them, I would hope so, they're my step-brothers!"
"They're what? Val you never told me you had any family, I can see the family resemblance, but still, what's up with that, you holding out info or something. Next you'll be telling me you're undercover for the CDA or the feds, or something like that!" He had a look in his eye that no amount of money could buy; it was that look that comes at the moment when you see the headlights coming right at you or something like that. Priceless.
"No Al, this job is way more fun than being a cop. And don't worry these guys are professionals, they're worth their weight in gold." He just stared at me. Al apparently didn't believe me.
"You're not just saying that because they're family, are you?"
I smiled, "And what if I am." I laughed, "Show Al your stuff." That instant Deigo and Randall disappeared for a few moments, and then reappeared. By this point Randall and Deigo were sitting on Al's nasty old sofa. It had holes in it and more coffee stains than I could count. I don't know how much Al had paid for it, but whatever he paid, it was too much. I thought about shooting the poor thing when I left just to put it out of its misery. They were messing with his junky old radio trying to change the easy listening station Al had it on.
Randall had a funny look in his eye, "I hate this stuff, there's gotta be some real tunes on this thing." Then a song I hadn't heard since childhood came on the radio.
Deigo smirked, "Shhhh, I love this song!"
"Well, I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feeling that something ain't right.
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, and I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs.
clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you," By now Randall and Deigo were dancing on the sofa and singing along, "And I'm wondering what it is I should do. it's so hard to keep this smile from my face, losing control, yeah, I'm all over."
Al was almost about to kill someone if one of us didn't turn of the radio, "Hey boys, how's about this, you three turn off that stupid song and I'll hire you guys. And as a bonus I won't shoot you."
"Well, you started off with nothing, and you're proud that you're a self-made man .*click*
"Good that's what I thought," Al was smiling like there was no tomorrow. He was setting two hundreds on his desk. Randall and Deigo grabbed the cash before Al got the chance to do something to them. "These are for clothes, ok, not girls, not food, CLOTHES!" "Val will fill in the details." "I don't want to see either of you two in my office again. You're lucky I'm hiring you this time. And if you slip up I'll make you two wish you were born girls, got it!" Randall and Deigo nodded, I didn't like Al picking on my family, but I didn't want a dose of what Al was dishing.
"I'll be back," Randall muttered with a scared look on his face, "Uh, where's the john?"
Al smiled again, "Down the hall to the right, got that, or do I need to sing it for you, you moron?" I looked at Al with a look that I think scared him, but he still had enough in him to keep on.
"Hey now, you don't talk to my family like that you." I interrupted Deigo before Al played some gangster baseball with his head. I'd seen it done before, once you've seen it, you are never quite the same a gain.
"Al, please try to act nice when my brothers are present," I shot Al another look, this time one I knew would get his attention. "It's okay Deigo, don't worry about him, after Randall gets back, I'll take you two out to eat," I smiled; Deigo looked at me and gave me another hug.
"Sure thing, baby bro," He laughed. He ran one of his hands through his fronds and grabbed his jacket from the chair grinning at Al. Al looked like a dog just itching to bite. I knew we needed to get out of there before Deigo made Al snap.
"You know how much I hate it when you call me that!" We walked outside Al's office and waited for Randall in the hall. After walking down the stairs we left the building. All three of us took "my" car to the restaurant.
"Stuck in the Middle With You is a song owned by Stealers Wheel, as far as I know" Also AC/DC is a band with more copyrights then can be counted, they're not mine!