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The Bartender (RP) Started by: Diamond_Jim on Dec 21, '08 11:06
It was another beautifull sunrise in downtown LA, warm and sunny with a slight breeze. The streets were pretty much deserted, apart from a few vagrants and the odd party-goer who hadn't yet packed it in, choosing instead to stumble down the streets looking for action. A few birds had begun to sing their morning songs, when the stillness was broken by the rumbling of a big, black 1938 Cord sedan.


DJ pulled his black beast up onto the sidewalk next to a telegraph pole. He jumped out and posted a bill on the pole. He had a pile of them under his arm and he began to work his way down the street, posting them on every pole and the odd fence. He came back up the other side of the street doing the same thing. Then he jumped into his beloved Cord and made his way up onto the next block to continue his task.



The flyer read:


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BARKEEP NEEDED - PERMENANT POSITION


PAID IN CASH DAILY


THIS IS A CAREER POSITION WITH FULL MEDICAL AND DENTAL


APPLY IN PERSON AT THE GOODFELLAS BAR N GRILL


OR CALL


DAN OCEAN 555-261-9702 OR JIM BRADY 555-261-8595


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DJ chuckled to himself. Perhaps he really should have warned his boss, DanielOcean, BEFORE he posted his number all over town. Oh well, too late now!
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Wandering down the street, semi-plastered, I came upon a flyer. Dan Ocean's number on a sign. THAT would be a hell of a prank call. I wrote it down, determined to pass it on to someone better suited for the prank than myself. A big black Cord sedan pulled over and I saw a Diamond Jim jump out and nail another sign to another post. I flagged him down and begged him to let me sleep off my stupor in his backseat. Two hours later, I found myself in the backseat, with a dead guy sitting next to me.


"What the hell, Jim? I thought you were posting flyers!"
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Fisk looks over the front seat and nods towards the corpse on the seat


"Make sure he don't drool on ya. Now get your feet off the damn leather"

He then turns to Mr Brady and lifts his hat slightly, as to not block his vision, though this was a needless action as he ability behind the wheel was more than experienced


"Where we heading Signore?"
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Danny was walking along the streets on his way to meet some dealers as a bill on a post catched his eyes...


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BARKEEP NEEDED - PERMENANT POSITION


PAID IN CASH DAILY


THIS IS A CAREER POSITION WITH FULL MEDICAL AND DENTAL


APPLY IN PERSON AT THE GOODFELLAS BAR N GRILL


OR CALL


DAN OCEAN 555-261-9702 OR JIM BRADY 555-261-8595


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"What the hell?!" Danny said to himself

A bit angry Danny was on his way to the dealer as he saw a car. DJ, Fisk and Mr. Dent were sitting in it and I guys Danny never saw before. DJ looked Dannys way with a huge smile on his face...
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