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Mark sat on the railing outside of the restaurant, eating his pancakes while syrup dripped off of the styrofoam plate.
"So why aren't you on the manhunt for Pony?" He asked Two-Bit.
"If he ain't home soon you better believe I'll be on my toes."
Mark scoffed at the mere thought of someone not hating PB.
"C'mon man, life's too f**king short to hold grudges over everything. You gonna be mad at him for caring about his girl? Gotta learn to loosen up."
Mark rolled his eyes. "F**k Pony."
Two-Bit shrugged and popped the top off of beer can and tossed another one to Mark. What's better than pancakes and beer? Before TB could lift the murky yet tantalizing drink to his mouth, someone lifted it out of his hands.
He looked behind him at a smiling Cherry. "It isn't even noon yet." She remarked.
"Yeah? Well, I like to be the first one drunk in Tulsa everyday. It's a game I play with myself." Taking it back, he sighed. "Look, you got a hair in it. Guess you're gonna have to buy me another one." He took a gulp of it down anyways and Cherry shook her head. "I still want the dollar. Trying to save up money, you know."
"For what?" She asked, amused at his urge to be responsible.
"Me and Mark here are gonna open up a bar." She turned and looked at Mark for the first time. Two-Bit kept talking. "Yep, now that he's out of jail we're gonna have ourselves a high-rolling bar . Things will be so great there won't be any need to be sober ever again."
"We'll let you drink for free." Mark said while eyeing her.
Cherry huffed at him. "No thanks. And aren't you a little young to be going to jail, drinking, and investing in a bar?"
"You're never too young to have a good time, baby." Mark said, while finishing off his can and crushing it with his hand.
"Bye, Two-Bit." She said straightly, walking away towards her gleaming car at the end of the parking lot.
"Ooh." Mark grinned sharply. "Looks as good as her."
Two-Bit started to open his mouth , but then Mark switched back and asked, "So who actually owns the bar, right now? Do you know?"
"No idea, but..."
"Got any clue where Brittany Wayne lives?"
"What for?"
"She's Charlie's sister."
"Oh. Well I know where she used to live, but I heard she was in a mental hospital."
"Let's find out. If she isn't we'll ask about the title to Charlie's. If she is, we'll find out how we can get you admitted, too."
"Do you think they serve free liquor in those places?'' Two-Bit wondered eagerly.
Mark skidded down the railing. "Come on. Let's go."
~
Two-Bit knocked loudly on the door. When no one answered after the first two seconds, he decided to keep knocking until someone did. And finally he stopped, and looked at the person who answered. It was Brittany, sporting blonde hair with dark brown roots, but seeming fine besides. The moment she recognized Mark though, she shrieked.
"You b*****d! How dare you come here! It's your fault that Charlie's dead, you know that? You know that?"
She started bawling, and Two-Bit gulped, whispering, "Whoa."
Brittany clung to the door while crying, and a woman came up to the door and pulled her inside while saying protectively, "Can't you leave us alone?"
The door shut behind them and Mark and Two-Bit could here lock after lock clicking while they just stood there staring.
"I'm thinking we should probably 'git' before someone comes out and screams it as us." Two-Bit mumbled.
They walked down the pathway out of their yard instead of cutting through their grass like before.
Mark spoke up. "I remember they called and asked me not to come to the funeral. Bryon wasn't gonna go anyway, so I didn't mention what they said to him, cause it would've freaked him out more. Bryon had been talking like it was our fault. And obviously that's what those people thought, too." He paused. "I wasn't the one with the gun, man. I wasn't the one who shot him."
Two-Bit nodded and kept silent and Mark pulled out a cigarette and passed it between the two of them while they kept going down the road to nowhere in particular, just away from the Wayne's house.
"Where are you gonna stay?" Two-Bit inquired meekly. "Not planning to live in abandoned bars all your life, eh?"
"Maybe. But for tonight...you offering?"
"Yeah. No problem, Mummy is working the night shift."
"I'll be out of there before..."
"Nah, it's fine, she won't care. Before we crash, we need to do something tonight. Tonight we NEED to have some fun." Two-Bit was really sincere about that last part. Things were down and depressing too much.
"What's wrong with right now?" Mark asked, flicking the cumulating ashes off of his cigarette, leaving only the burning embers. "Betting Pony's crazy butt still isn't be home. Gotta find the crazy kid, no telling how long that's gonna take. How 'bouts we meet back up in front of the train station around eightish?"
"Why there?"
"I'll let you know then. Like to keep ya guessing."
"Peace out." Mark said, as they split up.
~
*the night before*
Cathy was shaken up. Things had been happening so quick. Mark had come up and...she didn't know what she would have done if Bryon hadn't came. And Pony was there,too, but she knew she loved Bryon. She had never stopped, and she was so scared and she didn't want to hold it in any longer that she had never stopped. It was wonderful yet so strange to be with Bryon again. Pony...she hoped he was okay. She was sad, knowing that it was unlikely they could ever be friends. She had seen him run. He was so upset...
Bryon kissed her on the forehead and gave her a mug (with a picture of a cat on it) of hot chocolate. It was watered down, but she was so cold she drank it all.
She heard rustling outside the door and jumped. She was still jittery. Bryon opened it cautiously, but it was only his mother. Cathy shakedly forced a smile and said, "I guess I should be getting home."
"I'll walk you." Bryon said instaneously. Cathy considered telling him that she would be fine, but knew it would be useless.
~
*back to the present*
Pony woke up, stretching his arms and pushing away leaves and trash that had fallen on him. He noticed his pack of cigarettes were gone, but he had smoked all but one anyway, and it was no wonder they were missing since he had slept outside underneath the stairs of Apartment G. He had woken up five times during the night to loud music, screaming voics, children running up and down and up and down the stairs, and the sun. But he had stayed there, clinging to sleep, until he was so awake he could hardly blink much less close them long enough to drift away.
He sat there for a minute, and then stood up, careful not to hit his hand on the concrete steps. Someone's window was open, and Pony glanced in, looking for a clock but seeing a group of guys instead. He turned when he saw them looking at him, but they shouted and told them they needed another poker player. For lack of something better to do, Pony went inside of the apartment that was as scruffy and ruffled as his own hair was right then. The only thing orderly was the pyramid of beer on the floor that he tripped over before sitting down.
One of the guys sneered at Pony while picking eggs out of his beard and another handed him some cards and told him not to look at them. "We're playing Mexican chicken." He said
"That's not the name of it!" Yelled a girl from one of the rooms, who proceeded to walk into the living room, wearing a ratty robe and brushing her ratty hair, and lean on the guy with the beard. She hit him lightly and complained, "Hey, Rudy, I thought I was gonna play!"
"I told you." He growled. "Men only."
"He's not a man!" She whined, gesturing towards Pony with her foot. "Just some dumb kid you're gonna cheat out of whatever he has on him!"
Someone sitting on a wobbly wooden chair wearing a beat up blue leather jacket smiled, showing off his lovely spring-green teeth. "Nah. We wouldn't do anything like that." He ended his statement with an award-winning belch.
Pony looked over his shoulder at a plate of scraps in the kitchen.
"If I win one game, can I have those?"
"Why not?" They agreed, and started in on the game. Pony used money he had jammed in the bottom of his sneakers. Mark had taught him well, but he still didn't win till the fifth game. It was a small victory for him, cash prizes only adding up to seventy-five cents, but the food came with it and Pony was so starved he ignored the traces of slobber. It was probably only grease. After a while, they began a discussion on their latest drug dealings and Pony looked at the door, frowning at the
locked barrier. Rudy took that look to mean he had a band hand (they were playing 5 card draw now) and went all in. Pony turned away from studying the locks and trying to figure out the quickest way to undo them when he saw that he had won big. Rudy immediatedly stood up and called him a cheater while Pony inched towards the door. Rudy got wise and reached for him, but only managed to swipe part of his shirt. Pony was out of there before Rudy could belt out 5 cuss words.
Pony ran out of the complex quickly, only stopping once because the food was getting to him. He choked it back up and headed towards a gas station, hoping for a pay phone. The change clinked down into the device when he found it, and he dialed his home phone number, but hung up after the twentieth ring. He figured they were probably looking for him.
"I can handle myself." He grumbled.
He could almost hear Darry saying, "Yeah? Who was it just got hit by a car, got in a fight, and was almost trapped in an apartment with nearly seven huge people who could kill him and hide the body and..." Pony sighed, and stuck his hands in his pockets.
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Mark sat on the railing outside of the restaurant, eating his pancakes while syrup dripped off of the styrofoam plate.
"So why aren't you on the manhunt for Pony?" He asked Two-Bit.
"If he ain't home soon you better believe I'll be on my toes."
Mark scoffed at the mere thought of someone not hating PB.
"C'mon man, life's too f**king short to hold grudges over everything. You gonna be mad at him for caring about his girl? Gotta learn to loosen up."
Mark rolled his eyes. "F**k Pony."
Two-Bit shrugged and popped the top off of beer can and tossed another one to Mark. What's better than pancakes and beer? Before TB could lift the murky yet tantalizing drink to his mouth, someone lifted it out of his hands.
He looked behind him at a smiling Cherry. "It isn't even noon yet." She remarked.
"Yeah? Well, I like to be the first one drunk in Tulsa everyday. It's a game I play with myself." Taking it back, he sighed. "Look, you got a hair in it. Guess you're gonna have to buy me another one." He took a gulp of it down anyways and Cherry shook her head. "I still want the dollar. Trying to save up money, you know."
"For what?" She asked, amused at his urge to be responsible.
"Me and Mark here are gonna open up a bar." She turned and looked at Mark for the first time. Two-Bit kept talking. "Yep, now that he's out of jail we're gonna have ourselves a high-rolling bar . Things will be so great there won't be any need to be sober ever again."
"We'll let you drink for free." Mark said while eyeing her.
Cherry huffed at him. "No thanks. And aren't you a little young to be going to jail, drinking, and investing in a bar?"
"You're never too young to have a good time, baby." Mark said, while finishing off his can and crushing it with his hand.
"Bye, Two-Bit." She said straightly, walking away towards her gleaming car at the end of the parking lot.
"Ooh." Mark grinned sharply. "Looks as good as her."
Two-Bit started to open his mouth , but then Mark switched back and asked, "So who actually owns the bar, right now? Do you know?"
"No idea, but..."
"Got any clue where Brittany Wayne lives?"
"What for?"
"She's Charlie's sister."
"Oh. Well I know where she used to live, but I heard she was in a mental hospital."
"Let's find out. If she isn't we'll ask about the title to Charlie's. If she is, we'll find out how we can get you admitted, too."
"Do you think they serve free liquor in those places?'' Two-Bit wondered eagerly.
Mark skidded down the railing. "Come on. Let's go."
~
Two-Bit knocked loudly on the door. When no one answered after the first two seconds, he decided to keep knocking until someone did. And finally he stopped, and looked at the person who answered. It was Brittany, sporting blonde hair with dark brown roots, but seeming fine besides. The moment she recognized Mark though, she shrieked.
"You b*****d! How dare you come here! It's your fault that Charlie's dead, you know that? You know that?"
She started bawling, and Two-Bit gulped, whispering, "Whoa."
Brittany clung to the door while crying, and a woman came up to the door and pulled her inside while saying protectively, "Can't you leave us alone?"
The door shut behind them and Mark and Two-Bit could here lock after lock clicking while they just stood there staring.
"I'm thinking we should probably 'git' before someone comes out and screams it as us." Two-Bit mumbled.
They walked down the pathway out of their yard instead of cutting through their grass like before.
Mark spoke up. "I remember they called and asked me not to come to the funeral. Bryon wasn't gonna go anyway, so I didn't mention what they said to him, cause it would've freaked him out more. Bryon had been talking like it was our fault. And obviously that's what those people thought, too." He paused. "I wasn't the one with the gun, man. I wasn't the one who shot him."
Two-Bit nodded and kept silent and Mark pulled out a cigarette and passed it between the two of them while they kept going down the road to nowhere in particular, just away from the Wayne's house.
"Where are you gonna stay?" Two-Bit inquired meekly. "Not planning to live in abandoned bars all your life, eh?"
"Maybe. But for tonight...you offering?"
"Yeah. No problem, Mummy is working the night shift."
"I'll be out of there before..."
"Nah, it's fine, she won't care. Before we crash, we need to do something tonight. Tonight we NEED to have some fun." Two-Bit was really sincere about that last part. Things were down and depressing too much.
"What's wrong with right now?" Mark asked, flicking the cumulating ashes off of his cigarette, leaving only the burning embers. "Betting Pony's crazy butt still isn't be home. Gotta find the crazy kid, no telling how long that's gonna take. How 'bouts we meet back up in front of the train station around eightish?"
"Why there?"
"I'll let you know then. Like to keep ya guessing."
"Peace out." Mark said, as they split up.
~
*the night before*
Cathy was shaken up. Things had been happening so quick. Mark had come up and...she didn't know what she would have done if Bryon hadn't came. And Pony was there,too, but she knew she loved Bryon. She had never stopped, and she was so scared and she didn't want to hold it in any longer that she had never stopped. It was wonderful yet so strange to be with Bryon again. Pony...she hoped he was okay. She was sad, knowing that it was unlikely they could ever be friends. She had seen him run. He was so upset...
Bryon kissed her on the forehead and gave her a mug (with a picture of a cat on it) of hot chocolate. It was watered down, but she was so cold she drank it all.
She heard rustling outside the door and jumped. She was still jittery. Bryon opened it cautiously, but it was only his mother. Cathy shakedly forced a smile and said, "I guess I should be getting home."
"I'll walk you." Bryon said instaneously. Cathy considered telling him that she would be fine, but knew it would be useless.
~
*back to the present*
Pony woke up, stretching his arms and pushing away leaves and trash that had fallen on him. He noticed his pack of cigarettes were gone, but he had smoked all but one anyway, and it was no wonder they were missing since he had slept outside underneath the stairs of Apartment G. He had woken up five times during the night to loud music, screaming voics, children running up and down and up and down the stairs, and the sun. But he had stayed there, clinging to sleep, until he was so awake he could hardly blink much less close them long enough to drift away.
He sat there for a minute, and then stood up, careful not to hit his hand on the concrete steps. Someone's window was open, and Pony glanced in, looking for a clock but seeing a group of guys instead. He turned when he saw them looking at him, but they shouted and told them they needed another poker player. For lack of something better to do, Pony went inside of the apartment that was as scruffy and ruffled as his own hair was right then. The only thing orderly was the pyramid of beer on the floor that he tripped over before sitting down.
One of the guys sneered at Pony while picking eggs out of his beard and another handed him some cards and told him not to look at them. "We're playing Mexican chicken." He said
"That's not the name of it!" Yelled a girl from one of the rooms, who proceeded to walk into the living room, wearing a ratty robe and brushing her ratty hair, and lean on the guy with the beard. She hit him lightly and complained, "Hey, Rudy, I thought I was gonna play!"
"I told you." He growled. "Men only."
"He's not a man!" She whined, gesturing towards Pony with her foot. "Just some dumb kid you're gonna cheat out of whatever he has on him!"
Someone sitting on a wobbly wooden chair wearing a beat up blue leather jacket smiled, showing off his lovely spring-green teeth. "Nah. We wouldn't do anything like that." He ended his statement with an award-winning belch.
Pony looked over his shoulder at a plate of scraps in the kitchen.
"If I win one game, can I have those?"
"Why not?" They agreed, and started in on the game. Pony used money he had jammed in the bottom of his sneakers. Mark had taught him well, but he still didn't win till the fifth game. It was a small victory for him, cash prizes only adding up to seventy-five cents, but the food came with it and Pony was so starved he ignored the traces of slobber. It was probably only grease. After a while, they began a discussion on their latest drug dealings and Pony looked at the door, frowning at the
locked barrier. Rudy took that look to mean he had a band hand (they were playing 5 card draw now) and went all in. Pony turned away from studying the locks and trying to figure out the quickest way to undo them when he saw that he had won big. Rudy immediatedly stood up and called him a cheater while Pony inched towards the door. Rudy got wise and reached for him, but only managed to swipe part of his shirt. Pony was out of there before Rudy could belt out 5 cuss words.
Pony ran out of the complex quickly, only stopping once because the food was getting to him. He choked it back up and headed towards a gas station, hoping for a pay phone. The change clinked down into the device when he found it, and he dialed his home phone number, but hung up after the twentieth ring. He figured they were probably looking for him.
"I can handle myself." He grumbled.
He could almost hear Darry saying, "Yeah? Who was it just got hit by a car, got in a fight, and was almost trapped in an apartment with nearly seven huge people who could kill him and hide the body and..." Pony sighed, and stuck his hands in his pockets.