Bachelor Party 2 Ch. 2
Notes: I've been busy, busy, busy. I graduated high school about a year ago with a 3.5 GPA. I'm now in college and spending most of my time writing scripts and such. At first, my major was to be filmmaking but I have now changed it to photography. I now divide my time between school and my boyfriend (soon to be fiancé).
On with the show…
Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas lead Faramir down a shabby dirt road. Scattered around the area are broken down homes and businesses. Most of the buildings either have their doors and windows bordered up or are missing them completely. Cats can be heard screeching and women can be heard yelling at unseen husbands. Faramir cautiously looks around, narrowly avoiding a glass jug that was thrown out of a window.
"Are you sure this is the right place", the young man asks Aragorn.
"Sure, why do you ask?"
A rather large woman chases a rail-thin man with a broom in her hand, ready to strike. They run in between Faramir and the rest of the group. He gladly steps aside, letting the couple to pass.
"Just making sure", Faramir trails off as he watches the couple.
The quartet stops in front of a small pub. A bald man with a mustache is standing in front of the doorway. There is a lot of commotion in the pub behind him.
"Why are you standing out here", Legolas inquires.
"I am the owner of this establishment", the man continues, "I am standing here because some oaf ripped it off a few nights ago".
"May we come in", Aragorn asks.
"It's this lad's wedding in a few days", Gimli smacks the only part of Faramir we could reach, his rear end, "we must celebrate".
"Why, yes you may…" the man is cut off abruptly. After a second Aragorn slightly gestures for the man to continue but suddenly he falls face first on to the ground, a knife imbedded in his back.
The fight inside the pub quickly stops. There is a cough heard and everyone inside start to murmur and move towards to doorway as if nothing happened. Most of the patrons are scruffy-looking and look like they haven't shaven or bathed in months.
"Well lads", Gimli exclaims, "have any other ideas".
A grin slowly develops on Legolas's lips, "Follow me".
Legolas jogs down the path that they came from, and the others follow suit. By the time the four have turned around, beggars have already stripped the pub owner of his money and most of his clothing. As the waking down the same path as earlier, the woman now triumphantly carries the man over her shoulder back to their home.
TBC…