4.
Sonny stopped the car outside the airport terminal and almost immediately spotted the guys he was supposed to pick up.
One of the two men standing together had shoulder-length brown hair and stood at least six feet tall. The other man had the sides of his head shaved slightly, but had a large portion of the hair on top of his head pulled back in a ponytail that went down to his lower back. Both of the men's eyes were only about a quarter of the way open.
"First those Triad pimps and now these stoned motherfuckers here," Sonny said to himself. He drove up to them and rolled down the passenger window, "You Luigi's boys?"
"Yeah," said the one with the long ponytail. The two men stepped into the car and Sonny drove off. "I'm Race in this is Raus."
Sonny shook both of the men's hands, "Sonny."
"So are we gonna go? Get us to, uh.where we goin?" Raus leaned back in his seat and started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Hey, hey, hey, pull in over in that parking lot," said Race pointing to an abandoned parking lot up ahead. Sonny drove into the parking lot and turned the car off, "Raus, you got the trees?"
"I don't know, you mean THESE TREES!?" Raus dumped some of the contents in the bag on the backseat of the car. Weed that was almost completely purple seemed to come endlessly out of the bag.
"Holy shit! How did you guys get that past security?"
"Stoners work in the weirdest place. The airport for example," Raus burst into laughter.
Race backhanded Raus on his forehead, "Shut up, man. The cops are gonna come. Come on and roll that shit."
"Oh shit." Raus pulled a pack of blunts out of his pocket and a paper plate out of the trash bag. When he finished, he handed the blunt to Sonny, "Our special guest gets it first."
*30 minutes later*
"So how you feelin dudes?" Raus asked.
"I'm feelin good, man," Race's eyes were barely open. "What do you think, Sonny?"
"Sonny had rested his head on the top of the steering wheel, "I think you guys should cut down."
"Whoa! Yo I can't feel my face!" Raus yelled.
Race smacked Raus, "I can feel your face."
"The three men laughed for what seemed like forever before Raus said, "Yo! Let's go see Silver!"
"Oh yeah man, let's go." Race said.
"Who's Silver?" Sonny expected to be going to a horserace or something. He chuckled to himself. Horserace. Horse race. The horses race. Hores Raec.
"Get us to the strip club down in Redlight! I'm gonna go see my favorite girl."
Sonny started the car up again and looked down the street for any cops. He saw only a prostitute climbing into an Idaho. Across the street, four mafia men were stomping on a single Diablo. "Only in Liberty. I love this town.
Sonny stopped the car across the street from Luigi's club, "Hey, do either one of you know what time it is?"
Raus pulled back his long sleeve to reveal two very expensive-looking platinum watches, "It's 10:03."
"Cool. Right on time,"
"So are we going inside, guys?" Race said.
"Yeah let's go." The three men stepped out of the car and walked back through the alley to the back entrance of Luigi's club. Sonny knocked on the door three times just like Mick had done. The door opened just like it had before and the three men walked through the long corridor to the club.
Luigi sat over at the bar, talking to a lady with short brownish-red hair. He looked over from the girl at the three guys who had just walked in, "Hey! It's my words of mouth from down south! Come over here."
"Sonny, go find somewhere to sit while we go talk some business," Raus said.
Raus and Race went over to Luigi and Sonny sat down at a table as close to the main stage as he could get. He sat for about two minutes before he heard, "Alright, everybody, it's time to mix it up with a personal favorite girl of mine. She's definitely something y'all won't forget, Rosa!"
Rosa came out from behind a black curtain wearing a black business suit and her hair put up in a bun. She danced around on the stage, pulling the bun out, letting her hair fall down. She took off the jacket and pulled her skirt down to her feet, kicking it to Sonny. She ripped the white blouse off and threw it on the ground next to her. She got down on her hands and knees to him and sat with her legs spread in front of his face, "Wait for me after I'm done, we can talk," she whispered to him. She crawled away and started dancing again.
Sonny looked around the club. There were pretty much the same type of people that were in here before, just different faces and a lot more of them. Sonny ordered two drinks from the Sandra girl that had served him before.
About fifteen minutes later, someone placed their hands over Sonny's eyes, "Guess who?" Rosa said.
"Either Rosa or the clammy hands of death."
"It's Rosa!"
"Well we can't all be lucky."
Rosa came around Sonny and sat on his lap, "So did you have fun today?"
"About as much fun as someone can have popping heads."
"Well as you can probably tell, I wouldn't know. So what does it feel like to kill someone?"
"A lot like killing a bug, just on a larger scale. Instead of using your fingers or your hands, you can use a bat or a gun."
"Is that why you were in jail?"
"I thought we were done talking about this."
Sandra came up again and brought Rosa three shots of what Sonny guessed to be rum, "Not until you give me an answer."
"Well alright. Yeah, we did get busted out last night. I'm trying, with obviously no success, to lie low."
"Finally a confession. So what were you in for?"
"Bank robbery, a couple counts of grand theft auto, assault and battery, and some other shit."
"Oh my, so you have been a busy boy. So how long were you in for?"
"Fifteen years without possibility for parole. I did maybe two and some change until last night."
"So what's it like inside? I mean, you see all these prison shows on tv, is that what it's like?"
"Uh, more or less. Sometimes it's like a personal six by eight foot hell. Other times, it could be better than most people think. You get three good meals a day, tv, all that stuff. I mostly just thought of it as a never-ending workday."
The two of them shared a laugh, "That's probably a nice way of looking at it. Hey speaking of meals, do you wanna go get a bite to eat?"
"I don't know. I'm supposed to be keeping watch of those two guys over there," he pointed to the bar.
"Aw, come on." She stood up and took his hand, "They look like they can handle themselves. Let's go get something to eat. Your treat."
"Well I guess I can leave them alone for a little while. Why not?" he stood up and let her lead him out of the strip club.
"Hey, Sandra! I'm leaving for a little bit. I'll be back later!" she said as they ran to the hallway that led to the exit.
Sonny stopped the car outside the airport terminal and almost immediately spotted the guys he was supposed to pick up.
One of the two men standing together had shoulder-length brown hair and stood at least six feet tall. The other man had the sides of his head shaved slightly, but had a large portion of the hair on top of his head pulled back in a ponytail that went down to his lower back. Both of the men's eyes were only about a quarter of the way open.
"First those Triad pimps and now these stoned motherfuckers here," Sonny said to himself. He drove up to them and rolled down the passenger window, "You Luigi's boys?"
"Yeah," said the one with the long ponytail. The two men stepped into the car and Sonny drove off. "I'm Race in this is Raus."
Sonny shook both of the men's hands, "Sonny."
"So are we gonna go? Get us to, uh.where we goin?" Raus leaned back in his seat and started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Hey, hey, hey, pull in over in that parking lot," said Race pointing to an abandoned parking lot up ahead. Sonny drove into the parking lot and turned the car off, "Raus, you got the trees?"
"I don't know, you mean THESE TREES!?" Raus dumped some of the contents in the bag on the backseat of the car. Weed that was almost completely purple seemed to come endlessly out of the bag.
"Holy shit! How did you guys get that past security?"
"Stoners work in the weirdest place. The airport for example," Raus burst into laughter.
Race backhanded Raus on his forehead, "Shut up, man. The cops are gonna come. Come on and roll that shit."
"Oh shit." Raus pulled a pack of blunts out of his pocket and a paper plate out of the trash bag. When he finished, he handed the blunt to Sonny, "Our special guest gets it first."
*30 minutes later*
"So how you feelin dudes?" Raus asked.
"I'm feelin good, man," Race's eyes were barely open. "What do you think, Sonny?"
"Sonny had rested his head on the top of the steering wheel, "I think you guys should cut down."
"Whoa! Yo I can't feel my face!" Raus yelled.
Race smacked Raus, "I can feel your face."
"The three men laughed for what seemed like forever before Raus said, "Yo! Let's go see Silver!"
"Oh yeah man, let's go." Race said.
"Who's Silver?" Sonny expected to be going to a horserace or something. He chuckled to himself. Horserace. Horse race. The horses race. Hores Raec.
"Get us to the strip club down in Redlight! I'm gonna go see my favorite girl."
Sonny started the car up again and looked down the street for any cops. He saw only a prostitute climbing into an Idaho. Across the street, four mafia men were stomping on a single Diablo. "Only in Liberty. I love this town.
Sonny stopped the car across the street from Luigi's club, "Hey, do either one of you know what time it is?"
Raus pulled back his long sleeve to reveal two very expensive-looking platinum watches, "It's 10:03."
"Cool. Right on time,"
"So are we going inside, guys?" Race said.
"Yeah let's go." The three men stepped out of the car and walked back through the alley to the back entrance of Luigi's club. Sonny knocked on the door three times just like Mick had done. The door opened just like it had before and the three men walked through the long corridor to the club.
Luigi sat over at the bar, talking to a lady with short brownish-red hair. He looked over from the girl at the three guys who had just walked in, "Hey! It's my words of mouth from down south! Come over here."
"Sonny, go find somewhere to sit while we go talk some business," Raus said.
Raus and Race went over to Luigi and Sonny sat down at a table as close to the main stage as he could get. He sat for about two minutes before he heard, "Alright, everybody, it's time to mix it up with a personal favorite girl of mine. She's definitely something y'all won't forget, Rosa!"
Rosa came out from behind a black curtain wearing a black business suit and her hair put up in a bun. She danced around on the stage, pulling the bun out, letting her hair fall down. She took off the jacket and pulled her skirt down to her feet, kicking it to Sonny. She ripped the white blouse off and threw it on the ground next to her. She got down on her hands and knees to him and sat with her legs spread in front of his face, "Wait for me after I'm done, we can talk," she whispered to him. She crawled away and started dancing again.
Sonny looked around the club. There were pretty much the same type of people that were in here before, just different faces and a lot more of them. Sonny ordered two drinks from the Sandra girl that had served him before.
About fifteen minutes later, someone placed their hands over Sonny's eyes, "Guess who?" Rosa said.
"Either Rosa or the clammy hands of death."
"It's Rosa!"
"Well we can't all be lucky."
Rosa came around Sonny and sat on his lap, "So did you have fun today?"
"About as much fun as someone can have popping heads."
"Well as you can probably tell, I wouldn't know. So what does it feel like to kill someone?"
"A lot like killing a bug, just on a larger scale. Instead of using your fingers or your hands, you can use a bat or a gun."
"Is that why you were in jail?"
"I thought we were done talking about this."
Sandra came up again and brought Rosa three shots of what Sonny guessed to be rum, "Not until you give me an answer."
"Well alright. Yeah, we did get busted out last night. I'm trying, with obviously no success, to lie low."
"Finally a confession. So what were you in for?"
"Bank robbery, a couple counts of grand theft auto, assault and battery, and some other shit."
"Oh my, so you have been a busy boy. So how long were you in for?"
"Fifteen years without possibility for parole. I did maybe two and some change until last night."
"So what's it like inside? I mean, you see all these prison shows on tv, is that what it's like?"
"Uh, more or less. Sometimes it's like a personal six by eight foot hell. Other times, it could be better than most people think. You get three good meals a day, tv, all that stuff. I mostly just thought of it as a never-ending workday."
The two of them shared a laugh, "That's probably a nice way of looking at it. Hey speaking of meals, do you wanna go get a bite to eat?"
"I don't know. I'm supposed to be keeping watch of those two guys over there," he pointed to the bar.
"Aw, come on." She stood up and took his hand, "They look like they can handle themselves. Let's go get something to eat. Your treat."
"Well I guess I can leave them alone for a little while. Why not?" he stood up and let her lead him out of the strip club.
"Hey, Sandra! I'm leaving for a little bit. I'll be back later!" she said as they ran to the hallway that led to the exit.