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Frankie's Ramblings Part 2 | Started by: Frankie_Vizzini on Jul 06, '19 07:35 |
Frankie woke up on the damp cold asphalt with nothing but his pants on. Frankie looks around wondering what time, or even what day it is. What happened last night? Why does his head hurt so much and what happened to his shirt? A lot was left unanswered and Frankie needed some answers. Walking down the alley, he appeared on some street. Down the street, a little was a brightly lighted club. Maybe a patron from inside recognizes him from last night. A long shot, but Frankie needed some lead since he was grasping at straws at the moment. Entering the club, he saw there was a small group of hoodlums, who were in the middle of playing some billiards. In one of the corners, a local streetwalker was getting hit on by an obviously intoxicated man. Frankie has seen worse establishments in the past. Frankie found a seat by the bar and called for the bartender to come over. The bartender comes over, he is a slightly overweight gentleman with a handlebar mustache. Frankie asks him, wondering if he saw him last night. The man chuckles before answering the question. "You seemed to be having one hell of a time. You were very plastered, hitting on anything in sight. You left with Veronica over there about an hour later, that is the last time I saw you." Frankie nods and hands the man a tip for his information. Frankie then takes his leave and moves over to where Veronica is. She is currently sitting in the lap of the man in the corner. As soon as Frankie makes his way over, the man begins to cuss Frankie out. 'What the fuck are you doing over here son? Can't you see I am busy?" Frankie smiles before throwing a front kick into the man's groin. An oof is heard as Frankie's shoe connects and the man crumbles to the ground. Frankie continues to move forward, grabbing the man by the collar and throwing him out of the club. Frankie returns into the club, to see Veronica sitting down and drinking the man's drink. Frankie sits across from her and regains his breath. "I assume you are Veronica." She looks up at Frankie and looks away. "I don't know you, get out of my face unless you are paying." Frankie laughs, pulling out his silenced 1911 pistol and drawing it on her from under the table. Frankie laughs and seems to use more of a serious tone now. "I have a pistol aimed at your gut, so either you want to have your guts rearranged across this dirty run club or you are going to tell me what I need to know. We both know we saw each other last night but what happened after dollface?" Veronica's expression changes and she sits down on a chair, near the booth Frankie is sitting on. "Okay yes I do recognize you but I swear I didn't do anything to you. I gave you over to Gary. After that, I don't know. They paid me good money for it. It's not personal, just business baby." Frankie ushers her out the club and to the alley of the back of the club. Frankie tells her to run away and never come back. Veronica sprints down the alley and Frankie never sees her again. Frankie holsters his gun and walks away from the club. Now, what is there to do? Frankie decides to walk two miles back to his house and crashes on his couch exhausted and out of ideas. I will fix this another day. Frankie thinks to himself. Frankie then wonders if he has some leftover cocaine from his last house party. But before Frankie can do anything he blacks out on the couch. |
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