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Rules and Broken Trust Chapter 9
"Hey, how far to this bar, where exactly we going again," Bosco, calling out over the music, asked Vinny. Bobbing his head up and down in unison with the drumbeat of the Nickleback song off the CD in the player, tapping one of his feet. Glancing over expectantly at Vinny, waiting for the answer.
"About another twenty, it's across the bridge over in Brooklyn, but don't worry the food alone will make it worth the trip," Vinny half yelled over the music. "Here, relax, you look like you had a long day and could use this." Vinny bent forward, reaching his right arm between Bosco's legs for something under the seat.
"Whoa Whoa!" Bosco began squirming back on his seat teasing Vinny, "watch it Bro!"
Vinny darted a glance at his face, rolling his eyes at him as he pulled out a pint of Jack Daniels. holding it up for Bosco's inspection, "Geesh Bos, get a grip! You always so jumpy? It's not like I put my hand in your lap! Not unless you ask anyway!" He made a fake move towards that area, then held the bottle out for him, laughing at his jumpy reaction and the shocked grin on Bosco's face as he moved back to his side of the car.
'No more teasing though after tonight Bosco! I can see the anticipation in your eyes. I wonder which one of us wants this more. I'll make this special for you, you'll see. Neither one of us will ever forget this night!'
Snatching the bottle from him, Bosco grinning shook his head, calling out, "Stop messing with me man, my nerves can't take it after Swersky! You guys know what kind of week I've had! Man I'm telling you, if I don't get out of that office..." yawning, then tossing the bottle around from hand to hand, he frowned, looking over at Vinny.
"You know, I don't probably don't need to drink tonight. I can be the designated driver if ya want, you were last time. I was just kidding about it." Bosco offered eyeing the label to the bottle, "Gentleman Jack? Damn Vinny this shit is expensive, I don't want drink your good stuff! Besides drinking in the car man, I don't know."
"Na, don't worry partner, I got drunk last night, not in the mood for a repeat. Just wanted to hang out, have a few beers is all," Vinny said smiling over at Bosco. "Go on Bosco, have one, or two, I got a discount on it, guy owed me one. And you know it's okay for you to break a rule every now and then, you don't always have to be so straight laced!"
Bosco paused briefly hesitating, "Yeah, your right, besides," looking over at Vinny grinning, "I'm not driving!" Twisting the cap off he lifted the bottle to his lips swigging deeply. The cool yet burning warmth of the potent fluid sending a sensation of nettles down his throat, but he could feel the stiff muscles in his back already loosening up. Taking another swig, he missed Vinny's look of satisfaction
'I'm already turned on! Drink it up Bosco, nothing wrong with being buzzed our first time. I prefer to stay sober; I want to remember every vivid detail of this. I'll be around forever Bosco, don't you worry about that.'
The ride was longer then twenty minutes, but Bosco didn't pay attention. A few more swigs of the whiskey and he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back against the headrest. "You relaxed yet?" Vinny yelled out over the music. Opening his eyes a moment, Bosco called back amused, "I'm getting there, I'm getting there! This is good stuff!" Closing his eyes his head rolled to the window. He missed Vinny's hand drop down from the wheel as Vinny stole a few glances his way. Grabbing himself lightly Vinny smiled.
'You keep drinking like that my love and teasing me, we will be together sooner then planned. This night should be remembered. You are so beautiful Bosco, I wish you would stop messing around with me, bend over here and show me how much you want it, how much you need it!'
He quickly removed his hand as Bosco turned his head back, but though he didn't open his eyes, Vinny decided not to take any chances, keeping his hand on the wheel. Best not to rush things, just let it happen. Reaching out Vinny turned up the volume of the music. Bosco looked over at him grinning, and back to the window, letting the music wash over him. Relaxing from the whiskey and the car ride he put his head back again, closing his eyes.
Pulling into the lot of the Steakhouse bar, Vinny startled Bosco when he turned the ignition off, the music he was semi-paying attention to halting.
"Well, we're here, you gonna finish that pint off out here and pass out or you coming in? Place has the best grub, how's steak sound?" Vinny was grinning ear-to-ear at Bosco.
"I'm starving," Bosco responded looking at the pint in his hand, shocked that he'd drank half already. "Oh man, sorry, I'm not usually this big of a lush," Bosco laughed, "I'll buy you another one," Bosco began.
"Hey, no problem, I was just joking. And don't worry about it, like I said I got a great discount. Kind of my own personal supplier if you know what I mean," Vinny looked hard at him, "and I don't think you're a lush, you just had a bad week. We've all had those friend, you deserve it after playing secretary all week. Go ahead, keep the bottle if you want, I can get more, get you some too if you want."
Bosco took a minute to clear his throat. He wasn't used to this, he certainly didn't deserve such an understanding partner, or as he to his actual surprise was beginning to think of Vinny, friend.
"This is a sweet ride," Bosco not used to having this type conversation with anyone but Faith or his Ma commented, changing the subject, running his index and middle finger down the tan leather interior passenger door.
"Yeah? You like? It was my fathers, I inherited it, he bought it right before he died a year ago," Vinny said looking up to the bar's flashing neon sign then back to Bosco. "We going in or what?"
"Yeah, its nice," Bosco, commenting softly, looking over at him, "hey, I didn't know, sorry about your Dad man."
"Hey, no big deal Bos," Vinny was watching him, "it was quick, heart attack. He lived a good life ya know? Anyway, your old man still around?"
"Mine?" Bosco gave a harsh laugh, "Oh yeah, he's out there somewhere. But we don't exactly keep in touch, and he's sure as hell not leaving me anything when he kicks it. So we going in or gonna sit out here like two old women and trade recipes."
Vinny burst out laughing, "Hey, don't knock it, you haven't tried my barbeque ribs! And I make a great Pizza, I am from Chicago remember."
Laughing they exited the car, "Now that I might have to try!" Bosco remarked as they walked up to the restaurant door. Vinny grabbed the door, motioning for Bosco to go first. Entering the bar, Vinny pointed to a small set of swinging doors towards the back. "Restaurants through there. Grab us a seat Bosco, I'll snag us a pitcher."
Nodding at him, "Sure, but make mine Heineken if you don't mine?" and proceeded towards the back room.
The bar area was desolate, except for a few couples out on the dance floor, and a few in booths. Bosco noted the place was quite small, similar to his Ma's place; just as well he didn't really want to be around a lot of people anyway. Picking a table next to the doors, wanting to be visible when Ty joined them later he removed his coat slinging it carelessly over the bar stool of the raised table before plopping down into the cushioned seat Instantly removing a menu from the center of the table, he looked up to see a waitress approaching.
"Hi," she smiled, he couldn't help but notice how pretty she was, a little shorter than him, curvy, long brown hair tied up in a pony tail that hung over her shoulder nearly covering her nametag, "my names Layla. What can I get you to drink?"
"I have something coming," he was grinning at her, "but water would be good, too." "Water?" she laughed, "Um, you have water in front of you!" He looked down, turning red, laughed, "Oh yeah, now I see it. Was that there before?"
"Yes, yes I'm sure it was," she grinned, "because I just put it there before I asked if you wanted something to drink!" "Wow, okay," he was laughing, "missed that." "So, now that we've established that you're blind, are you here alone, or waiting for someone?" she was smiling at him, a teasing tone in her voice. "Oh I'm not blind," he smirked, feeling a little bit high, "I can see you just fine Layla..."
Vinny thanked the bartender for the pitcher, tossing him a dollar. Carrying the glasses he picked up the pitcher of beer, walking to the swinging door of the resturant he stopped as he saw Bosco talking to the waitress.
"and yeah, I'm here with someone, but it's just a friend," Bosco was noticing her eyes, she had really nice eyes, "he's getting a pitcher. Oh and another friends coming, but I don't know if he's eating or not. You have great eyes." He stopped, grinning at her, realizing the whiskey was making his tounge looser than it had been in a long time.
"Okay, two maybe three then, and thanks," she blushed, looking hard at him too, he was really nice looking. She usually got a sense about the guys who came in here, and he was giving off nice vibes, "I get that compliment a lot here, but its always nice to hear. You have nice eyes too. The one without stitches anyway, that looks like it hurt!"
They were unaware of Vinny standing in the doorway watching them make eyes at each other, as he listened to the conversation. Frowning at them, he took a deep breath forcing himself to smile again as he entered the dining area.
"Hey man," Vinny commented, bumping the waitress as he moved to his seat, "good table." "Oh excuse me," she gave him a sharp look, "didn't mean to 'block' your way!"
Vinny didn't acknowledge her except to remark, "So, you gonna stand there all night? Or you want to take our order, cause I already know what I want, and I can't wait!" He was talking to her, but he was looking straight at Bosco, she gave him an odd look, replying, "Really? You haven't looked at the menu yet, do you need a few minutes?"
"Nope," he grinned still looking at Bosco, who was looking at the menu now, "I'm sure, I know what I want. How about you Bosco? What do you want?"
"Huh?" Bosco looked up, "I'm not sure," looking first at Vinny, then Layla, "what's good on here?" She grinned, "Well, my favorite is...." not finishing as Vinny interrupted. "Oh man," he cracked, "asking the waitress? Come on man you know they only give you the list of whatever is left over from lunch! Plus what would they know? They don't make enough to eat at good places anyway!" As she looked at him shocked, Bosco looking at him, then her equally shocked at his rudeness, he continued, "You like steak right, what cut?" "Uh, Vin, that was a bit harsh," Bosco was embarrassed, "I think you should apologize man, there's no reason to be rude." Offering Layla a smile, "Sorry, my partner seems to be having a bad day." "HEY," Vinny raised his voice, "Don't apologize for me! If I want to apologize to her I will," then seeing the angry look coming over Bosco's face, he quickly added, "and you're right, that was rude." Glancing over at Layla, "Sorry, he's right I had a bad day, hell a bad week, so forgive me, okay?" "Sure," she replied, not actually looking at him, instead looking at Bosco, "So, you need a few?" "No," he was red-faced, "I'll just have a t-bone, baked potato, salad, thats all." "Okay," she wrote on the pad, "how do you want your steak?" "Medium rare," he answered, looking down at the menu, not meeting her eyes. "Fine," she spoke softly, turning now to Vinny, "and you?" "Same as him, only make mine well done," he stared at her, daring her to maintain eye contact, she looked down at her pad, "and make sure its right, I hate to have to send food back. Understand?" Now she glared at him, "Don't worry, it'll be right. Is that all?" "Yeah," he commented, Bosco didn't look up, was busy with the water glass, "and hurry it up, we're hungry."
After she'd gone, Bosco quietly commented, "You think that was necessary? Being so rude to someone who's bringing you food? You know just because she's a waitress, doesn't mean she should be treated like less than you." "What?" Vinny exclaimed, "man waitresses and barmaids are all alike, sluts who are just looking for a husband to take care of their brats cause most of their old men got smart and dumped them!" Bosco sat there stunned, his face redder, anger in his voice, "Vinny, my mother worked in a bar all my life! She owns one now! It put food on the table cause my fucking old man treated us like shit and would just as soon seen us starve to death as hold a job! That's of course when he wasn't beating the shit out of my mom or us! So don't judge what you know nothing about!" "OH CRAP!" Vinny exclaimed, "Bosco, man I'm sorry, I didn't know! Hey, man I'm just messing okay didn't really mean anything by it. Okay? Guess I'm just going by the ones I've been screwed over by, sorry, I wasn't talking about your mom!" Bosco pushed back from the table, "I got to hit the head." He stormed off to the men's room.
"SHIT" Vinny verbally kicked himself, "Good one asshole!"
Bosco's angry exit caused his coat to fall to the ground. Vinny stood up, walking around to pick it up he heard a phone ringing, looking around he realized it was coming from Bosco's coat, he pulled the phone from the left pocket. "FUCK," he saw the name on the display, quickly turning the phone off he looked around to see if anyone was watching. Not seeing anyone looking his way, he slipped the phone into his pocket, replacing the coat over the chair.
Returning to his chair, picking up the pitcher he filled both mugs to the brim. Leaning back in the chair, picking up his beer, smiling, sipping slowly as he waited for Bosco to return.
'No one's going to mess this evening up, including that fucking waitress! I haven't waited this long for some slut to steal you away from me, or anybody else!'
Arriving back at the table, Bosco sat down, before he could say anything, "Bos, man look I was out of line okay? I've got a big mouth, you know that right? I didn't mean anything by it." "Sure whatever," Bosco replied quietly picking up his mug drinking deeply from it. Vinny smiled at him, "So, you forgive me? Friends? Or do I have to crawl some more, maybe get on my knees, beg for mercy?" Bosco smirked, "Yeah, that I'd like to see! Yeah friends, just forget it, its okay, I got a big mouth too. Gets my ass in deep all the time. If I had to beg on my knees everytime I screwed up with my mouth I'd never get off them!"
Laughing, Vinny began talking about how he'd come to New York, a few minutes later, "Yeah, after my old man died, I had no real reason to stay there, no family left you know?"
Bosco nodded drinking his beer, listening as Vinny continued, "A friend of mine on the force told me that he'd heard New York was looking for experienced cops, so I thought why not? Man I love it here, everything moves fast, always something different. Chicago was great too, but I needed a change, plus I've got friends here now so it feels like home. Hey, you ever been to Chicago? Thought about leaving here, living anywhere else?"
Shaking his head, "Nope, never been there, and once or twice I've thought about leaving here, but not seriously. Where would I go? This place has everything and everywhere all in one great city. Plus I love my job," he hesitated, looking down into his mug, "well most of the time anyway." He sat quietly for a moment, Vinny watching him carefully, "Anyway, my Ma is here and she needs me around, I help out sometimes in her place when I get a chance. That hasn't been too often lately though."
"Sure I understand, hey," Vinny grinned, "I wouldn't leave here myself, but I did get another place from my dad. He left me this SWEET little cabin about 4 hours from here, log place, has everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in it. And the best part of it is no neighbors for nearly 50 miles in any direction! Oil heat AND fireplace, sits on the side of a mountian, you need to come up there one weekend, I'm telling you there is no place like it to get away when the pressure gets too much." "Wow," Bosco refilling his mug commented, "sounds great. I'm not much on camping though, got enough of that in the Rangers, didn't like it then, and haven't changed my mind since." "Oh man do you have alot to learn!" Vinny cracked up, "Bosco, this ain't camping! This is almost like a ski lodge! I'm talking plush, no roughing it involved. The hardest thing you have to do there is turn on the heater or build a fire in the fireplace! Oh and deciding who gets up to do it!"
Laughing now, Bosco replied, "Now that's what I'm talking about, that's my kind of roughing it!
"So, what do you say? Want to come up?" Vinny asked trying not to seem to eager, "We both have a few days coming up soon. I promise, you'll love it, great sking too." "Sure, sounds great," seeing the waitress approaching with their salads he set his mug down, "we'll see," as she set the plates down in front of them, "Swersky might not let me take any soon though after this," pointing to his face, looking up at her, "thank you." She nodded smiling at him, avoiding looking at Vinny altogether, "You're very welcome, and how did you get THAT?" nodding at his cheek.
Vinny glared at her, about to comment then seeing Bosco's face light up as he laughed, he paused, realizing he'd better keep it to himself.
"Got clobbered," he smirked, "football thing." Glanced over at him laughing, Vinny smiled back nodding.
'Fucking tease, go ahead flirt, trying to make me jealous? Well it's working, oh yeah, but you might not like me jealous Bosco!'
"Football thing?" she teased, "They decided you were the ball, or what? Did it hurt?" "Oh that's cute," shaking his head, "what is that the only thing anybody can think of?" he laughed, "and yeah it hurt, but I'm tough, I can take it, I'm a cop!" "A cop huh?" she winked, "I like cops, handcuffs too!" His mouth dropping open, as she handed him a piece of paper, looking down at it he missed the furious expression on Vinny's face. Seeing her name and number on the paper he looked up grinning, "Well, I didn't bring any with me, but...."
She laughed, walking off to wait on another table, "Call me."
Pulling out his wallet, Bosco slipped the paper into it, as he was shoving it back into his jeans, Vinny commented, "See thats what I mean, damn man, she doesn't even know your name!" "Not yet anyway," Bosco grinned as he salted and peppered his salad, "and hopefully she'll get to know alot more than my name before this night is over!"
Vinny looked down at his plate, shoving the salad around with his fork, raising his eyes at Bosco but not his head, "You planning on dumping us? Go home with her?"
Stabbing a forkfull of salad, "No, no dumping, but if she wants to take me home...." Bosco now chewing on his salad grinned, winking at Vinny.
As they finished the salads, she appoached again, this time with their steaks, smiling at Bosco, she set his plate down in front of him, "Enjoy!" "I'm sure I will," he winked at her, realizing he was feeling a pretty good buzz if he was interested in someone, wondering if it was the buzz or her.
She plopped Vinny's plate down in front of him, standing back watching him, waiting. "What?" Vinny growled at her, "You need something?" "Just making sure it's right," she smirked, used to rude customers, "thought I'd wait just in case."
He angrily cut into his steak, more pissed to find it right than if it had been wrong, but glancing up at Bosco who was raising his eyebrows at him. Knowing Bosco was waiting for him to 'be nice', he simply replied, "Looks fine, thanks," swallowing what he really wanted to tell the 'little bitch' as he was thinking of her now. "Good!" she smiled at him, turning her head she winked again at Bosco then turned, walking off. Bosco seeing the seething look on Vinny's face bit back his grin, digging into his steak. "Man, you were right," he remarked after having tasted the steak, "this place is good." Pouring another beer, he drank deeply of it, then took a few more bites. They ate in silence for a few minutes, then, "Man that beer is moving right through me tonight, back in a minute." He jumped down heading for the men's room again.
Vinny sat there a few seconds, seething at the thought of having gotten rid of his competition earlier only to have another come into the picture came to a decision.
Glancing over his shoulder, seeing no one around, he quickly removed a vial of white powder from his pocket, unscrewed the cap and dumped the contents into Bosco's beer. Stirring it quickly with his fork, he was sitting back chewing on a bite of steak when Bosco returned.
Immediatly picking up his beer, Bosco took a swig, drinking a third of the glass, "Man I'm thirsty tonight, must be the whiskey from earlier," then dug into this steak again. Vinny smiled but remained silent for the moment, mearly nodding as he ate some of his potato.
Several minutes later he asked, "So, you thought more about coming up to the cabin?' Nodding, "Yeah, I'll talk to Swersky about vacation days, see what he says," grinning, "Man, I got a serious buzz going on here! I haven't been this relaxed in months!"
"Good, on both counts," Vinny smiled looking down, "I'm telling you man, you're going to love that place, real peaceful, beautiful scenery too." "Hey, if things work out," Bosco finishing his glass of beer was slurring his words, but didn't seem aware of it, "Maybe I'll asssk Layya to come up wi us. You got anyone to assssk?"
Watching him carefully, seeing that he was having trouble now with getting his potato to his mouth without dropping it on the plate, Vinny nodded, "Oh, I have someone in mind, but I think our little rendevous is going to happen before then."
"HEY," Bosco exclaimed, "way to gooo Vin, go get um!" "Oh, I am baby, I am," Vinny remarked, forgetting himself as he watched Bosco blink hard trying to clear his head.. "Huh?" Bosco frowned a bit, "Oh man my head is spinning, I don't feel so good, maybe I shouldn't have had that whiskey before, don't usually get this loopy from beer." A few more minutes passed as Vinny watched him struggle to remain upright, finally as his head began to droop, "Okay, well thats it for you!" Vinny stood as the waitress approached them, "Hey, is he okay?" she worriedly asked. "Yeah, he's fine," Vinny laughed, "I keep telling him he has no tolerance! Can't hold his beer," as he started to put Bosco's coat on him, Bosco looked up, focusing on her for a moment, slurring as he laughed, "HEY, LAYLA, I WANT TO LAY YA! YOU DRIVING ME HOME? NICCEE EYYYSSS HELLL BABBEE YOU GOT A GREAT ASSSS!!!!" The shocked look on her face amusing Vinny, as he commented, "Guess you know how to pick um, huh Miss? I could have told you, but best you see it for yourself." He finished the coat, quickly moving the plate out of the way as Bosco leaned forward his head now on the table.
The manager came over, "Hey, you need to get him out of here, my customers don't need this and Layla, hon, go on, table 3 needs their glasses refilled." "Yeah, sure," she frowned, remarking to Vinny, "and to think I thought you were the jerk," before turning to head to the other tables, pausing she looked back, "oh and when he's SOBER, tell him NOT to call me, okay?" Vinny was removing several bills from his wallet, tossing them down on the table. "Will do, and that should cover it, and a big fat tip for his rudeness!" Vinny grinning replied as he helped Bosco to his feet, "Come on love, we ain't wanted here anymore."
Leaning on Vinny, Bosco commented sleepily, as he patted Vinny on the chest, his movements jerky and slow, "Some people can't take a joke, hey wonder why Ty didn't show," as he stumbled to the door, Vinny supporting him. "No idea," Vinny answered smiling to himself, "but if he shows at all, I'm sure they'll tell him we left." As they reached the door, "I can call mmm," Bosco was barely concious as he tried to grope for his cell phone, "oh shit, VIN man my phones missss...." Vinny brought him outside. "Don't worry about it, Bosco," Vinny assured him, "I'll call Ty when we get in the car, tell him we left, and then I'll take care of you, don't you worry about it." The last words Bosco spoke as he passed out in Vinny's arms, "Thanks Vin, hey, I love you, man!" laughing like a fool at his 'beer joke', then he was out. Vinny picked him up against him, half dragging half carrying him to the car, "I love you too, baby, I love you too." Leaning Bosco against the back panel to open the back door, Bosco began to slide to the ground, Vinny caught him, "Whoa there love, not yet."
Opening the back door he laid him down on the seat. Quickly removing Bosco's coat and shoes he tossed them over into the front seat. Unbuckling his belt, and pulling it from his jeans, Vinny pulled the gun holster, tossing them to join the coat. Reaching down, he unstrapped Bosco's ankle holster, removing that also.
Leaning in over him, Vinny kissed him on the mouth, "You are so going to love what I'm going to show you tonight, baby." Flipping Bosco over, he pulled his handcuffs from his own jacket pocket, cuffing Bosco's wrists together at his back, Vinny moved him again onto his back. Standing back, he closed the door, immediatly opening the drivers door, he climbed in, shutting it, tossing the small holster onto the seat beside him he removed his keys again from his pocket, starting the car. Pulling away from the resturant parking lot, he was smiling as he listened to the CD Bosco had picked earlier.
Vinny knew just where he would take him, and he was heading there now, because he wasn't waiting any longer. No one would keep them apart any longer. Tonight was the night, they would be together finally.
TBC...
Rules and Broken Trust Chapter 9
"Hey, how far to this bar, where exactly we going again," Bosco, calling out over the music, asked Vinny. Bobbing his head up and down in unison with the drumbeat of the Nickleback song off the CD in the player, tapping one of his feet. Glancing over expectantly at Vinny, waiting for the answer.
"About another twenty, it's across the bridge over in Brooklyn, but don't worry the food alone will make it worth the trip," Vinny half yelled over the music. "Here, relax, you look like you had a long day and could use this." Vinny bent forward, reaching his right arm between Bosco's legs for something under the seat.
"Whoa Whoa!" Bosco began squirming back on his seat teasing Vinny, "watch it Bro!"
Vinny darted a glance at his face, rolling his eyes at him as he pulled out a pint of Jack Daniels. holding it up for Bosco's inspection, "Geesh Bos, get a grip! You always so jumpy? It's not like I put my hand in your lap! Not unless you ask anyway!" He made a fake move towards that area, then held the bottle out for him, laughing at his jumpy reaction and the shocked grin on Bosco's face as he moved back to his side of the car.
'No more teasing though after tonight Bosco! I can see the anticipation in your eyes. I wonder which one of us wants this more. I'll make this special for you, you'll see. Neither one of us will ever forget this night!'
Snatching the bottle from him, Bosco grinning shook his head, calling out, "Stop messing with me man, my nerves can't take it after Swersky! You guys know what kind of week I've had! Man I'm telling you, if I don't get out of that office..." yawning, then tossing the bottle around from hand to hand, he frowned, looking over at Vinny.
"You know, I don't probably don't need to drink tonight. I can be the designated driver if ya want, you were last time. I was just kidding about it." Bosco offered eyeing the label to the bottle, "Gentleman Jack? Damn Vinny this shit is expensive, I don't want drink your good stuff! Besides drinking in the car man, I don't know."
"Na, don't worry partner, I got drunk last night, not in the mood for a repeat. Just wanted to hang out, have a few beers is all," Vinny said smiling over at Bosco. "Go on Bosco, have one, or two, I got a discount on it, guy owed me one. And you know it's okay for you to break a rule every now and then, you don't always have to be so straight laced!"
Bosco paused briefly hesitating, "Yeah, your right, besides," looking over at Vinny grinning, "I'm not driving!" Twisting the cap off he lifted the bottle to his lips swigging deeply. The cool yet burning warmth of the potent fluid sending a sensation of nettles down his throat, but he could feel the stiff muscles in his back already loosening up. Taking another swig, he missed Vinny's look of satisfaction
'I'm already turned on! Drink it up Bosco, nothing wrong with being buzzed our first time. I prefer to stay sober; I want to remember every vivid detail of this. I'll be around forever Bosco, don't you worry about that.'
The ride was longer then twenty minutes, but Bosco didn't pay attention. A few more swigs of the whiskey and he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back against the headrest. "You relaxed yet?" Vinny yelled out over the music. Opening his eyes a moment, Bosco called back amused, "I'm getting there, I'm getting there! This is good stuff!" Closing his eyes his head rolled to the window. He missed Vinny's hand drop down from the wheel as Vinny stole a few glances his way. Grabbing himself lightly Vinny smiled.
'You keep drinking like that my love and teasing me, we will be together sooner then planned. This night should be remembered. You are so beautiful Bosco, I wish you would stop messing around with me, bend over here and show me how much you want it, how much you need it!'
He quickly removed his hand as Bosco turned his head back, but though he didn't open his eyes, Vinny decided not to take any chances, keeping his hand on the wheel. Best not to rush things, just let it happen. Reaching out Vinny turned up the volume of the music. Bosco looked over at him grinning, and back to the window, letting the music wash over him. Relaxing from the whiskey and the car ride he put his head back again, closing his eyes.
Pulling into the lot of the Steakhouse bar, Vinny startled Bosco when he turned the ignition off, the music he was semi-paying attention to halting.
"Well, we're here, you gonna finish that pint off out here and pass out or you coming in? Place has the best grub, how's steak sound?" Vinny was grinning ear-to-ear at Bosco.
"I'm starving," Bosco responded looking at the pint in his hand, shocked that he'd drank half already. "Oh man, sorry, I'm not usually this big of a lush," Bosco laughed, "I'll buy you another one," Bosco began.
"Hey, no problem, I was just joking. And don't worry about it, like I said I got a great discount. Kind of my own personal supplier if you know what I mean," Vinny looked hard at him, "and I don't think you're a lush, you just had a bad week. We've all had those friend, you deserve it after playing secretary all week. Go ahead, keep the bottle if you want, I can get more, get you some too if you want."
Bosco took a minute to clear his throat. He wasn't used to this, he certainly didn't deserve such an understanding partner, or as he to his actual surprise was beginning to think of Vinny, friend.
"This is a sweet ride," Bosco not used to having this type conversation with anyone but Faith or his Ma commented, changing the subject, running his index and middle finger down the tan leather interior passenger door.
"Yeah? You like? It was my fathers, I inherited it, he bought it right before he died a year ago," Vinny said looking up to the bar's flashing neon sign then back to Bosco. "We going in or what?"
"Yeah, its nice," Bosco, commenting softly, looking over at him, "hey, I didn't know, sorry about your Dad man."
"Hey, no big deal Bos," Vinny was watching him, "it was quick, heart attack. He lived a good life ya know? Anyway, your old man still around?"
"Mine?" Bosco gave a harsh laugh, "Oh yeah, he's out there somewhere. But we don't exactly keep in touch, and he's sure as hell not leaving me anything when he kicks it. So we going in or gonna sit out here like two old women and trade recipes."
Vinny burst out laughing, "Hey, don't knock it, you haven't tried my barbeque ribs! And I make a great Pizza, I am from Chicago remember."
Laughing they exited the car, "Now that I might have to try!" Bosco remarked as they walked up to the restaurant door. Vinny grabbed the door, motioning for Bosco to go first. Entering the bar, Vinny pointed to a small set of swinging doors towards the back. "Restaurants through there. Grab us a seat Bosco, I'll snag us a pitcher."
Nodding at him, "Sure, but make mine Heineken if you don't mine?" and proceeded towards the back room.
The bar area was desolate, except for a few couples out on the dance floor, and a few in booths. Bosco noted the place was quite small, similar to his Ma's place; just as well he didn't really want to be around a lot of people anyway. Picking a table next to the doors, wanting to be visible when Ty joined them later he removed his coat slinging it carelessly over the bar stool of the raised table before plopping down into the cushioned seat Instantly removing a menu from the center of the table, he looked up to see a waitress approaching.
"Hi," she smiled, he couldn't help but notice how pretty she was, a little shorter than him, curvy, long brown hair tied up in a pony tail that hung over her shoulder nearly covering her nametag, "my names Layla. What can I get you to drink?"
"I have something coming," he was grinning at her, "but water would be good, too." "Water?" she laughed, "Um, you have water in front of you!" He looked down, turning red, laughed, "Oh yeah, now I see it. Was that there before?"
"Yes, yes I'm sure it was," she grinned, "because I just put it there before I asked if you wanted something to drink!" "Wow, okay," he was laughing, "missed that." "So, now that we've established that you're blind, are you here alone, or waiting for someone?" she was smiling at him, a teasing tone in her voice. "Oh I'm not blind," he smirked, feeling a little bit high, "I can see you just fine Layla..."
Vinny thanked the bartender for the pitcher, tossing him a dollar. Carrying the glasses he picked up the pitcher of beer, walking to the swinging door of the resturant he stopped as he saw Bosco talking to the waitress.
"and yeah, I'm here with someone, but it's just a friend," Bosco was noticing her eyes, she had really nice eyes, "he's getting a pitcher. Oh and another friends coming, but I don't know if he's eating or not. You have great eyes." He stopped, grinning at her, realizing the whiskey was making his tounge looser than it had been in a long time.
"Okay, two maybe three then, and thanks," she blushed, looking hard at him too, he was really nice looking. She usually got a sense about the guys who came in here, and he was giving off nice vibes, "I get that compliment a lot here, but its always nice to hear. You have nice eyes too. The one without stitches anyway, that looks like it hurt!"
They were unaware of Vinny standing in the doorway watching them make eyes at each other, as he listened to the conversation. Frowning at them, he took a deep breath forcing himself to smile again as he entered the dining area.
"Hey man," Vinny commented, bumping the waitress as he moved to his seat, "good table." "Oh excuse me," she gave him a sharp look, "didn't mean to 'block' your way!"
Vinny didn't acknowledge her except to remark, "So, you gonna stand there all night? Or you want to take our order, cause I already know what I want, and I can't wait!" He was talking to her, but he was looking straight at Bosco, she gave him an odd look, replying, "Really? You haven't looked at the menu yet, do you need a few minutes?"
"Nope," he grinned still looking at Bosco, who was looking at the menu now, "I'm sure, I know what I want. How about you Bosco? What do you want?"
"Huh?" Bosco looked up, "I'm not sure," looking first at Vinny, then Layla, "what's good on here?" She grinned, "Well, my favorite is...." not finishing as Vinny interrupted. "Oh man," he cracked, "asking the waitress? Come on man you know they only give you the list of whatever is left over from lunch! Plus what would they know? They don't make enough to eat at good places anyway!" As she looked at him shocked, Bosco looking at him, then her equally shocked at his rudeness, he continued, "You like steak right, what cut?" "Uh, Vin, that was a bit harsh," Bosco was embarrassed, "I think you should apologize man, there's no reason to be rude." Offering Layla a smile, "Sorry, my partner seems to be having a bad day." "HEY," Vinny raised his voice, "Don't apologize for me! If I want to apologize to her I will," then seeing the angry look coming over Bosco's face, he quickly added, "and you're right, that was rude." Glancing over at Layla, "Sorry, he's right I had a bad day, hell a bad week, so forgive me, okay?" "Sure," she replied, not actually looking at him, instead looking at Bosco, "So, you need a few?" "No," he was red-faced, "I'll just have a t-bone, baked potato, salad, thats all." "Okay," she wrote on the pad, "how do you want your steak?" "Medium rare," he answered, looking down at the menu, not meeting her eyes. "Fine," she spoke softly, turning now to Vinny, "and you?" "Same as him, only make mine well done," he stared at her, daring her to maintain eye contact, she looked down at her pad, "and make sure its right, I hate to have to send food back. Understand?" Now she glared at him, "Don't worry, it'll be right. Is that all?" "Yeah," he commented, Bosco didn't look up, was busy with the water glass, "and hurry it up, we're hungry."
After she'd gone, Bosco quietly commented, "You think that was necessary? Being so rude to someone who's bringing you food? You know just because she's a waitress, doesn't mean she should be treated like less than you." "What?" Vinny exclaimed, "man waitresses and barmaids are all alike, sluts who are just looking for a husband to take care of their brats cause most of their old men got smart and dumped them!" Bosco sat there stunned, his face redder, anger in his voice, "Vinny, my mother worked in a bar all my life! She owns one now! It put food on the table cause my fucking old man treated us like shit and would just as soon seen us starve to death as hold a job! That's of course when he wasn't beating the shit out of my mom or us! So don't judge what you know nothing about!" "OH CRAP!" Vinny exclaimed, "Bosco, man I'm sorry, I didn't know! Hey, man I'm just messing okay didn't really mean anything by it. Okay? Guess I'm just going by the ones I've been screwed over by, sorry, I wasn't talking about your mom!" Bosco pushed back from the table, "I got to hit the head." He stormed off to the men's room.
"SHIT" Vinny verbally kicked himself, "Good one asshole!"
Bosco's angry exit caused his coat to fall to the ground. Vinny stood up, walking around to pick it up he heard a phone ringing, looking around he realized it was coming from Bosco's coat, he pulled the phone from the left pocket. "FUCK," he saw the name on the display, quickly turning the phone off he looked around to see if anyone was watching. Not seeing anyone looking his way, he slipped the phone into his pocket, replacing the coat over the chair.
Returning to his chair, picking up the pitcher he filled both mugs to the brim. Leaning back in the chair, picking up his beer, smiling, sipping slowly as he waited for Bosco to return.
'No one's going to mess this evening up, including that fucking waitress! I haven't waited this long for some slut to steal you away from me, or anybody else!'
Arriving back at the table, Bosco sat down, before he could say anything, "Bos, man look I was out of line okay? I've got a big mouth, you know that right? I didn't mean anything by it." "Sure whatever," Bosco replied quietly picking up his mug drinking deeply from it. Vinny smiled at him, "So, you forgive me? Friends? Or do I have to crawl some more, maybe get on my knees, beg for mercy?" Bosco smirked, "Yeah, that I'd like to see! Yeah friends, just forget it, its okay, I got a big mouth too. Gets my ass in deep all the time. If I had to beg on my knees everytime I screwed up with my mouth I'd never get off them!"
Laughing, Vinny began talking about how he'd come to New York, a few minutes later, "Yeah, after my old man died, I had no real reason to stay there, no family left you know?"
Bosco nodded drinking his beer, listening as Vinny continued, "A friend of mine on the force told me that he'd heard New York was looking for experienced cops, so I thought why not? Man I love it here, everything moves fast, always something different. Chicago was great too, but I needed a change, plus I've got friends here now so it feels like home. Hey, you ever been to Chicago? Thought about leaving here, living anywhere else?"
Shaking his head, "Nope, never been there, and once or twice I've thought about leaving here, but not seriously. Where would I go? This place has everything and everywhere all in one great city. Plus I love my job," he hesitated, looking down into his mug, "well most of the time anyway." He sat quietly for a moment, Vinny watching him carefully, "Anyway, my Ma is here and she needs me around, I help out sometimes in her place when I get a chance. That hasn't been too often lately though."
"Sure I understand, hey," Vinny grinned, "I wouldn't leave here myself, but I did get another place from my dad. He left me this SWEET little cabin about 4 hours from here, log place, has everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in it. And the best part of it is no neighbors for nearly 50 miles in any direction! Oil heat AND fireplace, sits on the side of a mountian, you need to come up there one weekend, I'm telling you there is no place like it to get away when the pressure gets too much." "Wow," Bosco refilling his mug commented, "sounds great. I'm not much on camping though, got enough of that in the Rangers, didn't like it then, and haven't changed my mind since." "Oh man do you have alot to learn!" Vinny cracked up, "Bosco, this ain't camping! This is almost like a ski lodge! I'm talking plush, no roughing it involved. The hardest thing you have to do there is turn on the heater or build a fire in the fireplace! Oh and deciding who gets up to do it!"
Laughing now, Bosco replied, "Now that's what I'm talking about, that's my kind of roughing it!
"So, what do you say? Want to come up?" Vinny asked trying not to seem to eager, "We both have a few days coming up soon. I promise, you'll love it, great sking too." "Sure, sounds great," seeing the waitress approaching with their salads he set his mug down, "we'll see," as she set the plates down in front of them, "Swersky might not let me take any soon though after this," pointing to his face, looking up at her, "thank you." She nodded smiling at him, avoiding looking at Vinny altogether, "You're very welcome, and how did you get THAT?" nodding at his cheek.
Vinny glared at her, about to comment then seeing Bosco's face light up as he laughed, he paused, realizing he'd better keep it to himself.
"Got clobbered," he smirked, "football thing." Glanced over at him laughing, Vinny smiled back nodding.
'Fucking tease, go ahead flirt, trying to make me jealous? Well it's working, oh yeah, but you might not like me jealous Bosco!'
"Football thing?" she teased, "They decided you were the ball, or what? Did it hurt?" "Oh that's cute," shaking his head, "what is that the only thing anybody can think of?" he laughed, "and yeah it hurt, but I'm tough, I can take it, I'm a cop!" "A cop huh?" she winked, "I like cops, handcuffs too!" His mouth dropping open, as she handed him a piece of paper, looking down at it he missed the furious expression on Vinny's face. Seeing her name and number on the paper he looked up grinning, "Well, I didn't bring any with me, but...."
She laughed, walking off to wait on another table, "Call me."
Pulling out his wallet, Bosco slipped the paper into it, as he was shoving it back into his jeans, Vinny commented, "See thats what I mean, damn man, she doesn't even know your name!" "Not yet anyway," Bosco grinned as he salted and peppered his salad, "and hopefully she'll get to know alot more than my name before this night is over!"
Vinny looked down at his plate, shoving the salad around with his fork, raising his eyes at Bosco but not his head, "You planning on dumping us? Go home with her?"
Stabbing a forkfull of salad, "No, no dumping, but if she wants to take me home...." Bosco now chewing on his salad grinned, winking at Vinny.
As they finished the salads, she appoached again, this time with their steaks, smiling at Bosco, she set his plate down in front of him, "Enjoy!" "I'm sure I will," he winked at her, realizing he was feeling a pretty good buzz if he was interested in someone, wondering if it was the buzz or her.
She plopped Vinny's plate down in front of him, standing back watching him, waiting. "What?" Vinny growled at her, "You need something?" "Just making sure it's right," she smirked, used to rude customers, "thought I'd wait just in case."
He angrily cut into his steak, more pissed to find it right than if it had been wrong, but glancing up at Bosco who was raising his eyebrows at him. Knowing Bosco was waiting for him to 'be nice', he simply replied, "Looks fine, thanks," swallowing what he really wanted to tell the 'little bitch' as he was thinking of her now. "Good!" she smiled at him, turning her head she winked again at Bosco then turned, walking off. Bosco seeing the seething look on Vinny's face bit back his grin, digging into his steak. "Man, you were right," he remarked after having tasted the steak, "this place is good." Pouring another beer, he drank deeply of it, then took a few more bites. They ate in silence for a few minutes, then, "Man that beer is moving right through me tonight, back in a minute." He jumped down heading for the men's room again.
Vinny sat there a few seconds, seething at the thought of having gotten rid of his competition earlier only to have another come into the picture came to a decision.
Glancing over his shoulder, seeing no one around, he quickly removed a vial of white powder from his pocket, unscrewed the cap and dumped the contents into Bosco's beer. Stirring it quickly with his fork, he was sitting back chewing on a bite of steak when Bosco returned.
Immediatly picking up his beer, Bosco took a swig, drinking a third of the glass, "Man I'm thirsty tonight, must be the whiskey from earlier," then dug into this steak again. Vinny smiled but remained silent for the moment, mearly nodding as he ate some of his potato.
Several minutes later he asked, "So, you thought more about coming up to the cabin?' Nodding, "Yeah, I'll talk to Swersky about vacation days, see what he says," grinning, "Man, I got a serious buzz going on here! I haven't been this relaxed in months!"
"Good, on both counts," Vinny smiled looking down, "I'm telling you man, you're going to love that place, real peaceful, beautiful scenery too." "Hey, if things work out," Bosco finishing his glass of beer was slurring his words, but didn't seem aware of it, "Maybe I'll asssk Layya to come up wi us. You got anyone to assssk?"
Watching him carefully, seeing that he was having trouble now with getting his potato to his mouth without dropping it on the plate, Vinny nodded, "Oh, I have someone in mind, but I think our little rendevous is going to happen before then."
"HEY," Bosco exclaimed, "way to gooo Vin, go get um!" "Oh, I am baby, I am," Vinny remarked, forgetting himself as he watched Bosco blink hard trying to clear his head.. "Huh?" Bosco frowned a bit, "Oh man my head is spinning, I don't feel so good, maybe I shouldn't have had that whiskey before, don't usually get this loopy from beer." A few more minutes passed as Vinny watched him struggle to remain upright, finally as his head began to droop, "Okay, well thats it for you!" Vinny stood as the waitress approached them, "Hey, is he okay?" she worriedly asked. "Yeah, he's fine," Vinny laughed, "I keep telling him he has no tolerance! Can't hold his beer," as he started to put Bosco's coat on him, Bosco looked up, focusing on her for a moment, slurring as he laughed, "HEY, LAYLA, I WANT TO LAY YA! YOU DRIVING ME HOME? NICCEE EYYYSSS HELLL BABBEE YOU GOT A GREAT ASSSS!!!!" The shocked look on her face amusing Vinny, as he commented, "Guess you know how to pick um, huh Miss? I could have told you, but best you see it for yourself." He finished the coat, quickly moving the plate out of the way as Bosco leaned forward his head now on the table.
The manager came over, "Hey, you need to get him out of here, my customers don't need this and Layla, hon, go on, table 3 needs their glasses refilled." "Yeah, sure," she frowned, remarking to Vinny, "and to think I thought you were the jerk," before turning to head to the other tables, pausing she looked back, "oh and when he's SOBER, tell him NOT to call me, okay?" Vinny was removing several bills from his wallet, tossing them down on the table. "Will do, and that should cover it, and a big fat tip for his rudeness!" Vinny grinning replied as he helped Bosco to his feet, "Come on love, we ain't wanted here anymore."
Leaning on Vinny, Bosco commented sleepily, as he patted Vinny on the chest, his movements jerky and slow, "Some people can't take a joke, hey wonder why Ty didn't show," as he stumbled to the door, Vinny supporting him. "No idea," Vinny answered smiling to himself, "but if he shows at all, I'm sure they'll tell him we left." As they reached the door, "I can call mmm," Bosco was barely concious as he tried to grope for his cell phone, "oh shit, VIN man my phones missss...." Vinny brought him outside. "Don't worry about it, Bosco," Vinny assured him, "I'll call Ty when we get in the car, tell him we left, and then I'll take care of you, don't you worry about it." The last words Bosco spoke as he passed out in Vinny's arms, "Thanks Vin, hey, I love you, man!" laughing like a fool at his 'beer joke', then he was out. Vinny picked him up against him, half dragging half carrying him to the car, "I love you too, baby, I love you too." Leaning Bosco against the back panel to open the back door, Bosco began to slide to the ground, Vinny caught him, "Whoa there love, not yet."
Opening the back door he laid him down on the seat. Quickly removing Bosco's coat and shoes he tossed them over into the front seat. Unbuckling his belt, and pulling it from his jeans, Vinny pulled the gun holster, tossing them to join the coat. Reaching down, he unstrapped Bosco's ankle holster, removing that also.
Leaning in over him, Vinny kissed him on the mouth, "You are so going to love what I'm going to show you tonight, baby." Flipping Bosco over, he pulled his handcuffs from his own jacket pocket, cuffing Bosco's wrists together at his back, Vinny moved him again onto his back. Standing back, he closed the door, immediatly opening the drivers door, he climbed in, shutting it, tossing the small holster onto the seat beside him he removed his keys again from his pocket, starting the car. Pulling away from the resturant parking lot, he was smiling as he listened to the CD Bosco had picked earlier.
Vinny knew just where he would take him, and he was heading there now, because he wasn't waiting any longer. No one would keep them apart any longer. Tonight was the night, they would be together finally.
TBC...