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Chapter 4: What Did He Do?
Jack:
Wow. When I think back to the events of last week I just get scared to think that there is a man out there powerful enough to take us out. All of Vice City, I mean. Jason hasn't been right since he came back, he seems odd, I can't quite figure it out, but I'm going to find out what Vercetti did to him.
"Since we are off-duty wanna go grab a beer and maybe see if the game is on?" I asked Jason. Jason thought about it and said, "What game?" I smiled and said, "Chiefs verses the Steelers." Jason seemed to get more excited, "Let's go!" I followed him to his car as he drove us to the Malibu.
We surfed our way through the human sea on the dance floor as we made our way to the bar. I sat down on an empty seat with Jason right behind me. I said to the bartender, "Bart, gimme a beer." Jason said, "I'll take a Scotch on the rocks." I took a swig from my beer as Jason chugged his Scotch. I said, "How 'bout them Steelers?" Jason did not reply, but kept chugging. I decided to try to change the topic and nudge the question that burned my mind, "Um so... What happened with you and Vercetti?" He slammed his glass on the bar and stood up, face in front of me and spat, "Nothing happened between us alright!" I murmured, "Sure bud." He yelled at the bartender, "Give me another Scotch!" He chugged that one and another, and another. He was obviously drunk. So I thought the alcohol might act as a truth serum, boy was I wrong, "So did he say anything to you?" He dropped the glass this time and turned around fist raised and growled, "Shut the fuck up before I hit you!" I just grinned, but I obviously didn't know Jason when he was drunk. He caught me with a left jab to my cheek. I flew out of the chair. I stood up and took him down by his legs. He landed on his butt. I wormed my way up to his chest; I dug my elbow into his throat. Just when he was about to pass out I let go of his throat and raised my hand. I knocked him out cold with a right hook to the temple.
Jason got arrested for one night; I got off the hook, luckily.
Jason:
Wow, I don't remember shit. Last thing I remember is getting a Scotch from the bartended. Wait, where am I? I reached my hand to the seat beside me. Cold stone. I saw a tiny beam of light. I was in a Solitary Confinement Cell. Oh no, what did I do? The door opened all the way and I was blinded with light. In around ten seconds my eyes adjusted, I was dragged out of the hole and the cop sat me down in a chair. He said, "Apparently son you got into a bar fight the other night. Your free to go, we just wanted to hold you for containment, stay away from that alcohol!" I paid no attention to his warnings
Well I met Jack and he is the one who I fought last night, he said I got drunk and just went wild. But he was very awkward about it, he wasn't telling me something, but I don't care, my head hurts to bad to think about it. The second I stepped outside I dropped to the ground. The light was so white and so hot that it burned my eyes and blinded them. It gave me a headache right above and along my eyebrows. It took me a good five minutes to get adjusted. But as soon as I did I went home.
I walked up the stairs to my apartment. I stuck the old key into the rusty handle and clicked the lock. I swung the door open and shut and fell onto my feathery bed. Every other time it feels hard and rough, but today it just feels wonderful, like ecstasy. I fell into a deep slumber.
I woke up and saw nothing, but black. I sat up on my bed I saw nothing. I felt a lamp it was hot. Why couldn't I see it? No, I was blind! I ran towards my window and vaulted out. I fell for minutes. I never stopped falling. Zoom!
I jolted up in my bed sweating and breathing hard. I could see though. Oh thank God it was just a dream. I threw my sheets off of me and walked to my bathroom. I had slept in my clothes I had on yesterday. I slipped them off and showered.
Jack:
Jesus, why won't he tell me? Well luckily he didn't remember me nudging him to tell me before we got into the fight. I have to find out what happened, Vercetti must've really mentally hurt Jason or something. Or maybe he was with Vercetti... Nah Jason is too good of a guy to do that.
My week off from work was an exciting one, but now it is back to work.
God five o' clock traffic is horrible. All of these people getting off of work. It's hell for a cop or anyone to try to swerve through the sea of cars. Well one guy in a Hermes got sick of it and swerved into the other lane, so I had to chase him. I flip my sirens on and pull out into the other lane. I caught up to him with ease, but he wouldn't stop, he just kept swerving and the way he was driving he was drunk. I got tired of chasing him through the busy streets. I sped up and swerved in front of him. I hopped out of my car and pulled him out of his before he could take off. I threw him on to the ground and handcuffed him. I read him his rights and said, "You are being arrested for speeding and reckless driving." I stood him up and threw him into my car.
Chapter 4: What Did He Do?
Jack:
Wow. When I think back to the events of last week I just get scared to think that there is a man out there powerful enough to take us out. All of Vice City, I mean. Jason hasn't been right since he came back, he seems odd, I can't quite figure it out, but I'm going to find out what Vercetti did to him.
"Since we are off-duty wanna go grab a beer and maybe see if the game is on?" I asked Jason. Jason thought about it and said, "What game?" I smiled and said, "Chiefs verses the Steelers." Jason seemed to get more excited, "Let's go!" I followed him to his car as he drove us to the Malibu.
We surfed our way through the human sea on the dance floor as we made our way to the bar. I sat down on an empty seat with Jason right behind me. I said to the bartender, "Bart, gimme a beer." Jason said, "I'll take a Scotch on the rocks." I took a swig from my beer as Jason chugged his Scotch. I said, "How 'bout them Steelers?" Jason did not reply, but kept chugging. I decided to try to change the topic and nudge the question that burned my mind, "Um so... What happened with you and Vercetti?" He slammed his glass on the bar and stood up, face in front of me and spat, "Nothing happened between us alright!" I murmured, "Sure bud." He yelled at the bartender, "Give me another Scotch!" He chugged that one and another, and another. He was obviously drunk. So I thought the alcohol might act as a truth serum, boy was I wrong, "So did he say anything to you?" He dropped the glass this time and turned around fist raised and growled, "Shut the fuck up before I hit you!" I just grinned, but I obviously didn't know Jason when he was drunk. He caught me with a left jab to my cheek. I flew out of the chair. I stood up and took him down by his legs. He landed on his butt. I wormed my way up to his chest; I dug my elbow into his throat. Just when he was about to pass out I let go of his throat and raised my hand. I knocked him out cold with a right hook to the temple.
Jason got arrested for one night; I got off the hook, luckily.
Jason:
Wow, I don't remember shit. Last thing I remember is getting a Scotch from the bartended. Wait, where am I? I reached my hand to the seat beside me. Cold stone. I saw a tiny beam of light. I was in a Solitary Confinement Cell. Oh no, what did I do? The door opened all the way and I was blinded with light. In around ten seconds my eyes adjusted, I was dragged out of the hole and the cop sat me down in a chair. He said, "Apparently son you got into a bar fight the other night. Your free to go, we just wanted to hold you for containment, stay away from that alcohol!" I paid no attention to his warnings
Well I met Jack and he is the one who I fought last night, he said I got drunk and just went wild. But he was very awkward about it, he wasn't telling me something, but I don't care, my head hurts to bad to think about it. The second I stepped outside I dropped to the ground. The light was so white and so hot that it burned my eyes and blinded them. It gave me a headache right above and along my eyebrows. It took me a good five minutes to get adjusted. But as soon as I did I went home.
I walked up the stairs to my apartment. I stuck the old key into the rusty handle and clicked the lock. I swung the door open and shut and fell onto my feathery bed. Every other time it feels hard and rough, but today it just feels wonderful, like ecstasy. I fell into a deep slumber.
I woke up and saw nothing, but black. I sat up on my bed I saw nothing. I felt a lamp it was hot. Why couldn't I see it? No, I was blind! I ran towards my window and vaulted out. I fell for minutes. I never stopped falling. Zoom!
I jolted up in my bed sweating and breathing hard. I could see though. Oh thank God it was just a dream. I threw my sheets off of me and walked to my bathroom. I had slept in my clothes I had on yesterday. I slipped them off and showered.
Jack:
Jesus, why won't he tell me? Well luckily he didn't remember me nudging him to tell me before we got into the fight. I have to find out what happened, Vercetti must've really mentally hurt Jason or something. Or maybe he was with Vercetti... Nah Jason is too good of a guy to do that.
My week off from work was an exciting one, but now it is back to work.
God five o' clock traffic is horrible. All of these people getting off of work. It's hell for a cop or anyone to try to swerve through the sea of cars. Well one guy in a Hermes got sick of it and swerved into the other lane, so I had to chase him. I flip my sirens on and pull out into the other lane. I caught up to him with ease, but he wouldn't stop, he just kept swerving and the way he was driving he was drunk. I got tired of chasing him through the busy streets. I sped up and swerved in front of him. I hopped out of my car and pulled him out of his before he could take off. I threw him on to the ground and handcuffed him. I read him his rights and said, "You are being arrested for speeding and reckless driving." I stood him up and threw him into my car.