"Well speak of the Devil now," said Lucius to Jacquie.
Jacquie didn't understand at first but
then Lucius nodded his head in the direction of Jacquie's left. Jacquie
followed the nod and turned around to see a very serious Simon walking into the
Damsel's main room with Kitten Kaboodle closely in tow. Jacquie had seen
Simon's serious look plenty of times, but the look on his face as he walked
past the bar was uncomfortably new. The look in his eyes was so focused, so
driven, and determined. Simon had never looked that focused in his and
Jacquie's entire partnership.
Wow,
motherfucker, so I guess it's really over, Jacquie
thought to himself. I guess what Lucius
has been saying was right, I have to face the fucking music, Simon's done gone
and dug himself a whole I can't help him crawl out of. The look in his eyes,
him acting like he's never acted before, fuck maybe I should be more glad that
I don't have to help him complete Gillingham's mission.
"Kitten looked a little fucked up, don't
you think?" Lucius asked.
Jacquie took a big pull from his glass
trying to wash away the guilt he had for thinking he was lucky not to be in
Simon's shoes. "Sorry man, whaddwuzthat?"
"I said, Kitten looks sick, not well at
all."
"Gillingham formulated this new plan to
not only get what he wanted but to fuck with Simon's life. I'm part of that,
Kitten is part of that, fuck man, Gillingham is one twisted bastard," said
Jacquie as he put his head down and rubbed his scalp hard.
"Yo bro you really think it's a good
idea to be trash talking your boss in a club he owns, operates, staffs, and
uses to do his dirty work?"
"Do I look like I give a damn at this point?"
Lucius looked at Jacquie with lazy
accepting eyes, "Fine man, you'll be changing your tone when Gillingham dangles
a treat in front of your face."
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"That you're mad now but in this town,
in this business, it won't last. Have another drink."
As Lucius spoke, Jacquie watched Simon
zigzag between loud, obnoxious patrons to the other side of the room.
"I think I'll be switching to beer
soon."
Simon stopped at a wall of burly men in
tight shirts and tight jeans, bouncer wear but not Damsel's bouncers. He talked
to the wall of muscle for a moment.
"Fuck beer man, shit will go bad in your
stomach if you plan on staying here all night."
"You don't know what you're talking
about. Besides, I don't plan on staying here all night."
Simon walked back to the other side of
the club. He got close to Kitten's ear and pointed back at the wall of muscle.
"Sun comes up in a few hours."
"We're the Syndicate of the Darkening
Sun, right?"
Kitten headed for the personal bouncers.
"Yeah, so?"
"So if the Sun rises we've failed in our
task for another night, my friend."
The wall of muscle opened.
"Fuck that, it's just a name."
"Is it?"
Kitten disappeared inside.
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