"Hey bartender! another drink!" Kevin Ryman, former RPD officer, as usual was blowing his paycheck on liquor and beer. The barkeep looked the former police officer, who's face was scrunched up, and his eyes were both drooping, this guy was drunk off his ass.
"Im not sure about that kid, I think you've had enough..." Kevin looked blankly at the barkeep puzzled, the liquor had taken its effect, after a brief moment Kevin's upper lip rose.
"LISHeen TO ME YOU KeG JoCkY!" The ex-cop slurred, his entire frame shaking and twitching like an old building ready to collapse, he pointed a shaky finger at the barkeep.
"I...am not drrunk!" The bartender nodded and mouthed something to the bouncer, a large burly man, and pointed to Kevin mouthing 'he needs to leave'. The large man strode to the drunken man, and tapped him on the shoulder with his large index finger.
"You're outta here," He said gruffly. Kevin turned and looked over his shoulder at the bovine like bouncer, his eyes squinting and his mouth half open.
"I...I DoN't...think so ScOoter!" He replied, slurring every single word. In a flash there was the sound of stools screeching accross the floor and a table tipping over. Kevin had tried to punch that bouncer, when in that instant several other, equally large bouncers literally tackled Kevin like a group of foot ball players, each seized a limb of Kevin's, carried him to the door, and commenced in throwing Kevin out of the bar. Now when I say throw I mean they heaved Kevin out the front door and watched him skid accross the pavement like a frisbee,
"Oh my god! He broke the table!" The bartender screamed, he ran for the phone and called the police. A police car arrived several minutes later. They observed the table and turned to Kevin,
"Did you break this table?" One of the cops asked.
"No man...they broke it...OVER MY LEG!" Kevin stomped his foot like a little baby. The other cop glared at him
"Sir...are you drunk...in public?" Kevin's shifted his eyes back and fourth,
"Well...Offisher...I had...sheveral...DRiNks," Kevin slurred loudly. The officer looked skecptically at the bar tender, who held up eight of his fingers.
"Right...well why dont we try a sobriety test...now um...?" The cop looked at the wasted man, "what is your name?"
"Kevin...and dont YoU FORget it...FLAtFOoT," Kevin pointed accusingly at the officer.
"okay... well anyway okay you close your eyes, stand on one foot, touch your nose, and count to ten." The cop said simple. Kevin tried to nod, but only bobbed his head around. 'I can do this!' Kevin thought to himself. But unfortunetly all he got was WUH! before he collapsed onto the ground, completely passed out (Mad props to the blue comedy tour for inspiring that scene!)
Kevin awoke and felt a dull pain in his fore-head. 'Oh god, how much did I drink last night?' Kevin thought to himself, he rubbed his eyes and looked and realized that he wasnt at his house, there were bars, a really nasty metal toilet, oh shit! He's in jail! He looked outside the bars, there was an older security guard, reading some sort of playboy or something of that and drinking a coffee. Keivin looked at the man and tapped on the wall,
"Hey! Buddy! What time is it?" The guard lowered the magazine and looked at his watch,
"4 AM, you wanna make your phonecall drunkie?" Several other guards, who apparently were somewhere in the room Kevin couldnt see laughed.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do! Gimme the phone!" Kevin groaned, his hangover still painfully present.
"Is it local?" The guard asked, Kevin nodded, even though he was probably wrong. The guard sighed and rose up from his chair.
"Alrighty slappy slurry, I'll just get the phone for you!" More laughter, Kevin's brow furrowed.
"Yeah, yeah whatever! Just get the phone!" Kevin said irratibly. "And lemme see that titty book!"
Miami, Florida 4:14 AM
The phone rang loudly, screaming into the ear of the young plumber, he sat up in bed, and fumbled around for the phone in the darkness, when he felt the receiver, he grabbed it and put it to his ear.
"...Hello?" He said groggily. An frantic voice burst through the other end.
"David! It's me Kevin! You gotta help me!" David groaned and looked at the alarm clock, it read 4:14.
"...Where the hell are you?" David said in an exhausted tone. Kevin's voice blarred over the phone again.
"WellIwasatabarandIgotplasteredandtheythrewmeoutandthenthecopscameandtookmetojailIneedbailman!!!" Kevin had crammed a 10 minute story into a brief fragment, David rubbed his temples and growled angrily.
"...Slow down, now what were you saying?" David yawned loudly.
"All you need to know is I need bail and Im in some shitty town called Greensville, the address is 4543 west lane," Kevin said, finally calm, David had taken a paper and pencil off the night stand and wrote the address down.
"4543 west lane?" David repeated,
"Yeah, and please hurry they are calling me drunk and some black dude wants to spoon with me-WAIT! NO! I GOT FIVE MORE-" David could hear Kevin shrieking and several guards grunting, the phone was taken away. He yawned deeply and crawled out of bed, he stumbled into a white t-shirt and some blue jeans, He slipped into a pair of old nikes and opened the door when a gentle voice called out,
"...Davie? What's going on?" Cindy asked, David mentally kicked himself, as he was leaving he had forgotten that Cindy was on the couch and had woken her up, David looked looked somewhat guiltily at her,
"..Sorry that I woke, you, Kevin called and he needs bail. Cindy smiled, still half asleep,
"Oh okay Davie, I'll leave the door unlocked when I leave for work, see ya later Davie," Cindy still smiling laid back on the couch. David smiled as he left the house and stepped into his car, he usually only liked to be called David, but the way Cindy acted around him made him feel strange, he never really felt that much connection with anybody but his dad, it was bugging him, and he didnt know why, but since he'd met Cindy at that bar in Raccoon, he'd felt a certain need to protect her. 'I am I going soft?" David thought to himself. He shrugged it off, and really thought about it on the drive to the jail, what also came up was Cindy's figure, he had never really seen a girl quite that good looking before, and as an adolescent he'd seen lots of girls. When he arrived at the jailhouse he noticed how small the jail was, it probably housed maybe only 15 prisoners. He walked up the front door and opened it, the officer was rather dirty looking, and seated in a messy desk was a rather rotund guard he looked at David,
"Yes?" David pointed to Kevin,
"...Bail," He said simply, the guard looked at the plumber,
"120 dollars." He said. David looked agnrily at Kevin, who had a fearful look as he directed his thumb toward a husky man in the cell next his, looking lustfully at Kevin. David sighed and pulled his wallet out and paid the money direct. As soon as the guard opened the cell door Kevin shot out of the cell sprinting away from his attacker, who had his arms reaching thorugh the bars. David sighed and followed Kevin out the door.
"...You cost me a third of my paycheck you asshole!" David said furiously,
"Sorry, I swear as soon as I get a new job I'll pay you back!" Kevin said hastilly.
"Whatever..." David grunted, he stepped into his truck, and Kevin into the passenger's seat. As the engine revved up, they headed off, there was an awkward silence for several minutes before Kevin finally broke the silence with a most awkward statement,
"So..." He began "Have you nailed Cindy yet?" David, who had been taking a sip of coffee, sprayed the hot liquid all over the dashboard and slammed on the brakes glaring at Kevin,
"WHAT?" He shouted.
Back at the house...
"Oh shit...I forgot the lock pick..." The man said, "Can I go get it sir?" the man looked at him calmly,
"No...Let me try," The tall man stated simply. He adjusted his Sunglasses(YOU KNOW WHO IT IS NOW!) and balled his hand, and rammed it into the door. Splinters flew in every direction as the door shattered into many small pieces and literally flew off its hinges. He looked blandly at his lackey. Who gulped in fear. Several armed men, all wearing masks poured into the quaint house. Tearing it apart, the smaller man looked his tall superior.
"..Are you sure this is safe?" He squeaked, "The neighbors or cops could find us out..." His superior chuckled and ran a comb through his slick blone hair(if you arent reading what I mean by now you're an idiot)
"Money can do wonders to tighten one's lips," He replied, a crimson light dully emitting from behind he black sunglasses. The gaunt figure strode over the splintered remains of the door, and looked about the house, right and left the soldiers were scanning the house, he snapped his fingers and like dogs they formed a perfect line in the tattered living room.
"Have you located the survivors?" He asked, one man spoke loudly from the line
"NO SIR! THEY ARE NOT ON LOCATION!" The gaunt leader let a small scowl cross his face
"Damn...well then we wait," He said simply. "Now find a good hiding place and be prepared for anything, these people have seen things few of you could even dream," one soldier gulped, the man snapped a finger and the troops scattered. He chuckled to himself,
"Somtimes brutality is more efficient than one would think," He laughed at his joke, his lackey laughed fearfully to, but stoped when his superior glared at him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Author's notes: Yeah I like the feed back, and I hope I can kind of launch some more RE fics with this story! But anyway, What wil happen when Kevin and David arrive, and where is Cindy? Only time will tell...
NOTE: I DONT OWN RE.
TO BE CONTINUED
"Im not sure about that kid, I think you've had enough..." Kevin looked blankly at the barkeep puzzled, the liquor had taken its effect, after a brief moment Kevin's upper lip rose.
"LISHeen TO ME YOU KeG JoCkY!" The ex-cop slurred, his entire frame shaking and twitching like an old building ready to collapse, he pointed a shaky finger at the barkeep.
"I...am not drrunk!" The bartender nodded and mouthed something to the bouncer, a large burly man, and pointed to Kevin mouthing 'he needs to leave'. The large man strode to the drunken man, and tapped him on the shoulder with his large index finger.
"You're outta here," He said gruffly. Kevin turned and looked over his shoulder at the bovine like bouncer, his eyes squinting and his mouth half open.
"I...I DoN't...think so ScOoter!" He replied, slurring every single word. In a flash there was the sound of stools screeching accross the floor and a table tipping over. Kevin had tried to punch that bouncer, when in that instant several other, equally large bouncers literally tackled Kevin like a group of foot ball players, each seized a limb of Kevin's, carried him to the door, and commenced in throwing Kevin out of the bar. Now when I say throw I mean they heaved Kevin out the front door and watched him skid accross the pavement like a frisbee,
"Oh my god! He broke the table!" The bartender screamed, he ran for the phone and called the police. A police car arrived several minutes later. They observed the table and turned to Kevin,
"Did you break this table?" One of the cops asked.
"No man...they broke it...OVER MY LEG!" Kevin stomped his foot like a little baby. The other cop glared at him
"Sir...are you drunk...in public?" Kevin's shifted his eyes back and fourth,
"Well...Offisher...I had...sheveral...DRiNks," Kevin slurred loudly. The officer looked skecptically at the bar tender, who held up eight of his fingers.
"Right...well why dont we try a sobriety test...now um...?" The cop looked at the wasted man, "what is your name?"
"Kevin...and dont YoU FORget it...FLAtFOoT," Kevin pointed accusingly at the officer.
"okay... well anyway okay you close your eyes, stand on one foot, touch your nose, and count to ten." The cop said simple. Kevin tried to nod, but only bobbed his head around. 'I can do this!' Kevin thought to himself. But unfortunetly all he got was WUH! before he collapsed onto the ground, completely passed out (Mad props to the blue comedy tour for inspiring that scene!)
Kevin awoke and felt a dull pain in his fore-head. 'Oh god, how much did I drink last night?' Kevin thought to himself, he rubbed his eyes and looked and realized that he wasnt at his house, there were bars, a really nasty metal toilet, oh shit! He's in jail! He looked outside the bars, there was an older security guard, reading some sort of playboy or something of that and drinking a coffee. Keivin looked at the man and tapped on the wall,
"Hey! Buddy! What time is it?" The guard lowered the magazine and looked at his watch,
"4 AM, you wanna make your phonecall drunkie?" Several other guards, who apparently were somewhere in the room Kevin couldnt see laughed.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do! Gimme the phone!" Kevin groaned, his hangover still painfully present.
"Is it local?" The guard asked, Kevin nodded, even though he was probably wrong. The guard sighed and rose up from his chair.
"Alrighty slappy slurry, I'll just get the phone for you!" More laughter, Kevin's brow furrowed.
"Yeah, yeah whatever! Just get the phone!" Kevin said irratibly. "And lemme see that titty book!"
Miami, Florida 4:14 AM
The phone rang loudly, screaming into the ear of the young plumber, he sat up in bed, and fumbled around for the phone in the darkness, when he felt the receiver, he grabbed it and put it to his ear.
"...Hello?" He said groggily. An frantic voice burst through the other end.
"David! It's me Kevin! You gotta help me!" David groaned and looked at the alarm clock, it read 4:14.
"...Where the hell are you?" David said in an exhausted tone. Kevin's voice blarred over the phone again.
"WellIwasatabarandIgotplasteredandtheythrewmeoutandthenthecopscameandtookmetojailIneedbailman!!!" Kevin had crammed a 10 minute story into a brief fragment, David rubbed his temples and growled angrily.
"...Slow down, now what were you saying?" David yawned loudly.
"All you need to know is I need bail and Im in some shitty town called Greensville, the address is 4543 west lane," Kevin said, finally calm, David had taken a paper and pencil off the night stand and wrote the address down.
"4543 west lane?" David repeated,
"Yeah, and please hurry they are calling me drunk and some black dude wants to spoon with me-WAIT! NO! I GOT FIVE MORE-" David could hear Kevin shrieking and several guards grunting, the phone was taken away. He yawned deeply and crawled out of bed, he stumbled into a white t-shirt and some blue jeans, He slipped into a pair of old nikes and opened the door when a gentle voice called out,
"...Davie? What's going on?" Cindy asked, David mentally kicked himself, as he was leaving he had forgotten that Cindy was on the couch and had woken her up, David looked looked somewhat guiltily at her,
"..Sorry that I woke, you, Kevin called and he needs bail. Cindy smiled, still half asleep,
"Oh okay Davie, I'll leave the door unlocked when I leave for work, see ya later Davie," Cindy still smiling laid back on the couch. David smiled as he left the house and stepped into his car, he usually only liked to be called David, but the way Cindy acted around him made him feel strange, he never really felt that much connection with anybody but his dad, it was bugging him, and he didnt know why, but since he'd met Cindy at that bar in Raccoon, he'd felt a certain need to protect her. 'I am I going soft?" David thought to himself. He shrugged it off, and really thought about it on the drive to the jail, what also came up was Cindy's figure, he had never really seen a girl quite that good looking before, and as an adolescent he'd seen lots of girls. When he arrived at the jailhouse he noticed how small the jail was, it probably housed maybe only 15 prisoners. He walked up the front door and opened it, the officer was rather dirty looking, and seated in a messy desk was a rather rotund guard he looked at David,
"Yes?" David pointed to Kevin,
"...Bail," He said simply, the guard looked at the plumber,
"120 dollars." He said. David looked agnrily at Kevin, who had a fearful look as he directed his thumb toward a husky man in the cell next his, looking lustfully at Kevin. David sighed and pulled his wallet out and paid the money direct. As soon as the guard opened the cell door Kevin shot out of the cell sprinting away from his attacker, who had his arms reaching thorugh the bars. David sighed and followed Kevin out the door.
"...You cost me a third of my paycheck you asshole!" David said furiously,
"Sorry, I swear as soon as I get a new job I'll pay you back!" Kevin said hastilly.
"Whatever..." David grunted, he stepped into his truck, and Kevin into the passenger's seat. As the engine revved up, they headed off, there was an awkward silence for several minutes before Kevin finally broke the silence with a most awkward statement,
"So..." He began "Have you nailed Cindy yet?" David, who had been taking a sip of coffee, sprayed the hot liquid all over the dashboard and slammed on the brakes glaring at Kevin,
"WHAT?" He shouted.
Back at the house...
"Oh shit...I forgot the lock pick..." The man said, "Can I go get it sir?" the man looked at him calmly,
"No...Let me try," The tall man stated simply. He adjusted his Sunglasses(YOU KNOW WHO IT IS NOW!) and balled his hand, and rammed it into the door. Splinters flew in every direction as the door shattered into many small pieces and literally flew off its hinges. He looked blandly at his lackey. Who gulped in fear. Several armed men, all wearing masks poured into the quaint house. Tearing it apart, the smaller man looked his tall superior.
"..Are you sure this is safe?" He squeaked, "The neighbors or cops could find us out..." His superior chuckled and ran a comb through his slick blone hair(if you arent reading what I mean by now you're an idiot)
"Money can do wonders to tighten one's lips," He replied, a crimson light dully emitting from behind he black sunglasses. The gaunt figure strode over the splintered remains of the door, and looked about the house, right and left the soldiers were scanning the house, he snapped his fingers and like dogs they formed a perfect line in the tattered living room.
"Have you located the survivors?" He asked, one man spoke loudly from the line
"NO SIR! THEY ARE NOT ON LOCATION!" The gaunt leader let a small scowl cross his face
"Damn...well then we wait," He said simply. "Now find a good hiding place and be prepared for anything, these people have seen things few of you could even dream," one soldier gulped, the man snapped a finger and the troops scattered. He chuckled to himself,
"Somtimes brutality is more efficient than one would think," He laughed at his joke, his lackey laughed fearfully to, but stoped when his superior glared at him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Author's notes: Yeah I like the feed back, and I hope I can kind of launch some more RE fics with this story! But anyway, What wil happen when Kevin and David arrive, and where is Cindy? Only time will tell...
NOTE: I DONT OWN RE.
TO BE CONTINUED