The short bus pulled up right outside a Brothel in Brooklyn by the name of Convenzione Puttana. PaleRider came to a slow stop before slamming the brakes and stepping out of the drivers' side. Pale made his way to the back of the bus as he opened the door. Removing two large barrels of James alcohol he closed the door behind him making his way back around to the front. At this point -Diogenis- knew what was coming next so he couldn't help but laugh. Pale opened the sliding door and asked for me to come forward.

"Ladies and gentleman of the short bus, James has had much to drink tonight and must take his drinking to the streets." Pale proclaimed.
"We will be back when you decide to sober up, but until then we have left you with a pair barrels filled to the brim with moonshine, good luck!"

I slowly stumbled towards my alcohol as the short bus drove off, not sober enough to know if it was coming back. PaleRider had grown annoyed with me, my steroid rage, and binge drinking.

Not remembering what was in the barrels I yelled Gin? Gin!! Possibly getting the attention of our second in command if he was nearby. At the same time, it looked like I had attracted some company comprised of curious locals and passersby with the large amounts of alcohol I was sitting on.

I'm sure they will be back at some point for me until then let us see if I can't keep myself out of trouble. It wasn't too long before the crowd began to increase. It wasn't every day someone just dropped a few barrels of high percentage alcohol in the middle of the streets. The gathered peoples' patience was beginning to wear thin as many of them hadn't had a drink in some time.

As the mass of onlookers grew so did the bravery of some as they began to reach for my barrels, without hesitation I snapped the button holstering my pistol and let two shot ring into the air quickly. I may be drunk and unaware of my surroundings, but I will not let anyone else drink my moonshine without my consent. The panic due to my fired shots had attracted the local authorities.

A few corrupt officers made their way through the crowd towards me, even in my drunken stupor, I instantly recognized them both. They worked for a crime family out of Harlem and were not here to make my life any easier. Once they finally made their way to the center of the commotion I could see the glazed over look in the eyes. Amphetamine usage was sky high in that district, and these guys were higher than the high rises in downtown Brooklyn.

They tried to talk among themselves about how they were going to handle the situation. Evaluating the kegs my moonshine was in I knew this was not going to end in my favor. They both explained to me the laws and how I had broken them, they also said they would have to confiscate the alcohol.

I looked to my left and right; PaleRider was nowhere in sight. This was the calm before the storm, and I was going to have to make a drastic move quick before I ended up in jail myself. I unloaded two more rounds into each of the officers emptying my six shooter. The crowd dispersed as faster than it had formed, with cries of bloody murder filling in the streets.

In my panic I miraculously found myself staring into the headlights of the short bus, Pale had come back for me once he had realized I had his last bottle of paste and the next shipment was a few days off. He knew I had always kept a spare tube in case he ever ran out. Kompton and MissNikki- hopped out of the back door and assisted me in reloading the barrels back onto the bus. I walked around the bus to the driver's seat, tipping my hat to PaleRider and handing over the tube of paste. He smiled at me before yelling to get my ass back on the bus and I obliged as he was unaware of the heat I had just brought all of us.

On the way back to HQ I explained what had transpired and I was fairly certain the entire bus didn't believe my story. Palerider told me I was full of shit and if I was telling the truth, then MissNikki- and Kompton were stuck with me and responsible for whatever my drunk ass decided to come up with next. I looked at them and smiled, hope you both like chasing storms!

Kompton forced a smile so well you probably couldn't tell he was screaming inside. Don't get it wrong he knew there was no better man for the job than James, but when you're riding around with James chances are you're going to be the responsible one. He turned to Niki and shook her hand.

"Congratulations on the promotion and I look forward to building a better district together. Also, you're gonna have to take charge on keeping him sober because I've tried and failed on that front." said Kompton

He rose from his seat and embraced the drunk James with a pat on the back.

"Well, old friend looks like we have work to do. By the way, I'm not touching that fucking mess you made back there."