Cocktails and Big Hits
Author's Note:
Might be awhile before the next chapter is uploaded. (It's almost done (It's a good one) but I like to have a good start on other chapter before I post it and my ideas for ch. 4 are sort of jumbled. Also I want to work on other fanfictions as well.)
"Alright then, Bartender can you please get this lovely Miss a Long Island Iced Tea and for me, a Nixon?" Al yells over to the bartender with his New York accent. "By the way I am Allen Jones." he says as he introduces himself to the girl.
Yes I was right! It is him! She thought to herself and responds with "I'm Emily."
"So are you from here?" he asks hoping to find out more about this girl. Then the bartender comes over with their drinks.
"No, but it is not that different from home. I think I can manage." She responds playing with the straw in her drink still giving Al a cold shoulder.
"Do you have a place to stay? If you want to, you can stay at my house." Al request as he puts his arm around Emily's shoulders. Surprisingly she does not knock his arm off her shoulders.
"No I do not have a place to crash, but I guess that I can stay at whatever hellhole you live in." she accepts as she takes a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea.
"Really are you sure? Because there is no fucking going back now, doll face." Al replies spitting out majority of his Nixon due to Emily's response.
"Yeah sure why not. Why stay at an overpriced hotel when I can crash at a guy's house who will buy me drinks." she reasons. After a few more drinks Emily says "Say we should head home. It is starting to get late."
"Ok, I'll give you the money for the drinks and bring my car up front and pick you up out front." Al as he slides his credit card over towards Emily, however she stops Al's hand from leaving the money.
"I thought that you said were paying for the fucking drinks?" she response trying keep his hand on the table.
"Yes fucking I am." Al yells as he frees his hand from Emily's grip and then rubs the card in her face. "See the fucking card."
"Yes I see the fucking card, but how do I know that your card will not max out and you ditch me here alone?" Emily argued. "And besides I have all of my things in my car and you had more drinks than I had, I should drive to your house."
"Ugh fine. I'll give you 10 minutes if you don't show up by then; I'll leave and you can find another fucking place to stay." Al states frustrated. Emily leaves to get her car. Once Al is done paying he walks outside and smokes a cigarette.
His patiently waiting for Emily is broken by a shriek of his name, "AALLLLEENN, HELLPP MMMEEEE!"
Emily. She's in trouble, but I have no fucking idea of where the hell she's fucking is! It sounded like she's in the alley behind the fucking bar he thinks to himself as he runs down the dark garbage alley next to the bar. He turns around the corner to the back of the bar; no one seems to be there. Oh fuck no one's here. Emily is probably being tortured by God what bastard, hoping that I will find her and kick their ass, he thought as he kicks a dumpster. Then suddenly he feels a whack on his head and falls stomach down on the cold concrete. It felt like being hit with a piece of wood with nails though it, but he had his bat in his hand. This smack felt somewhat familiar to him. Matt, he thinks as he jumps to a conclusion on him being the mystery Emily-napper. "HEY MATT YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO WITH MY DOLL FACE?" Al yells at the person while turning onto his back and swung the bat to hit the inscrutable individual. However the figure now above him, swung a bat, similar to Al's but darker, and knocked his bat five feet away from him and out of his reach. Now Al knew that this was not Matt.
The perpetrator puts the nail-studded bat next to Al's head and said in a feminine like tone, which startled Al, "Who the fuck is Matt?"
He then looks closer to the person but he can't tell who it really is due to the darkness and having a hard hit to the head. He then questions, "Emily?" Then the person takes another swing at Al and he is unconscious.