Post by Kolin Daire on Mar 19, 2015 21:28:19 GMT -5
For the second time since he'd gotten to town, Kolin Duffy found himself in one of the local businesses, but this time it was more pleasure than business. The Steel Mill Tavern was what one would expect from a dive bar. Few pool tables, some dart boards, simple wood bar, simple stools linking the bar some tables that seemed to be placed completely at random, and of course the lone old drunk that was there whether it was Saturday night, or three in the afternoon on a Thursday. He would have been the only one there had Kolin not wanted to get out of his apartment for a bit. He'd come in, got a whiskey and beer, and started shooting some pool. It was amazing how the little things in life were so much more enjoyable after not being able to do them for four years.
"Hey, you need another beer or you gonna sip that all damn day."
Kolin looked up at the owner of the Steel Mill, Chuck Savage, looked down at his beer, and downed the little bit that was left.
"Yea, one more."
Chuck grumbled a little, but poured another, brought it over, and walked off without any more.
"I gotta get some stuff in the back, don't mess stuff up."
The old drunk just nodded, as did Kolin. He took a sip of his beer and went back to pool. A few minutes went by with nothing much going on. Three ball in the corner, seven in the side missed, another missed shot, sunk the twelve.
"Well lookie here."
Kolin didn't need to look up, he already knew the voice belonged to a man he hated and hoped to never see again.
"Why are you here Frankie?"
Frankie McKeen, low level numbers runner for the McMannus crime syndicate, and toadie to Cathal McMannus, grandson to Noah McMannus, Kolin's old boss.
"What the fuck you think I'm here for, the ambiance?"
"I'm not coming back. The old man said that when I got out of jail, if I wanted out, I was free to go. I went Frankie."
"Hahahaha, well that ain't the case no more."
Kolin wanted to wring his neck when he heard that laugh of his, but he didn't do anything, just took another sip of his beer and went for a good shot on the seven, finally sinking it.
"The old man is dead."
Kolin stopped, put down his pool cue, and finally looked up at Frankie. That horrible beard, the long greasy hair, he really was disgusting.
"So Cathal is running things?"
Cathal McMannus, coked up, trigger happy, sadistic son of a bitch. Kolin feared for the day he took over for his grandson, and now it was here.
"Doesn't matter, his grandfather told me I was out. That should stand for something."
"He ain't asking you to come back asshole, he's telling you."
"No, his bitch is telling me."
That got Frankie angry, and he snapped his fingers. Two rather large men came in to the bar that point, and Kolin shook his head.
"Not a good idea Frankie."
"Fuck this fuck up."
The two goons come forward, and Kolin quickly kicks the left one in the knee cap, sending him down. The other throws a wild punch, putting everything behind it, but he's more fat than muscle, and it's very slow. Kolin manages to side step him, and slams him face first on to the pool table, breaking out a few of his teeth, but also causing the pool table to raise up and then come down hard, breaking the legs on the opposite side. The other goon goes to get up, but Kolin knees him square in the face. Frankie looks at Kolin, then to the goons, and that's when the fear sets in. He goes to run off, but Kolin grabs him by the collar.
"Tell Cathal that I ain't coming back, and consider yourself lucky you're walking out of here."
"THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?"
Kolin looks back to see a furious Chuck Savage, staring at his broken pool table.
"I spilled my beer, guy slipped on it and fell on to the pool table. Must not be anchored down well. Sorry about that."
Kolin pulled Frankie in closer and grabbed his wallet. He looked through it and there was about twelve hundred bucks in there. he pulled the money out, shoved Frankie away and tossed him back his wallet.
"Your buddies probably need some medical help."
Frankie wanted to scream and rant and yell, but instead he lust stormed out. Kolin walked over to the bar and handed Chuck the money.
"Hopefully that's enough to cover a new table and my tab."
He then pulled a twenty out of his own wallet.
"That's for you though, thanks for the great service."
Chuck took the twenty put it in the register before stuffing the twelve hundred into his pocket.
"Just don't let that shit happen again."
Kolin nodded and walked out, heading him to get ready for his job, where he was apparently going to need to go above and beyond.
"Hey, you need another beer or you gonna sip that all damn day."
Kolin looked up at the owner of the Steel Mill, Chuck Savage, looked down at his beer, and downed the little bit that was left.
"Yea, one more."
Chuck grumbled a little, but poured another, brought it over, and walked off without any more.
"I gotta get some stuff in the back, don't mess stuff up."
The old drunk just nodded, as did Kolin. He took a sip of his beer and went back to pool. A few minutes went by with nothing much going on. Three ball in the corner, seven in the side missed, another missed shot, sunk the twelve.
"Well lookie here."
Kolin didn't need to look up, he already knew the voice belonged to a man he hated and hoped to never see again.
"Why are you here Frankie?"
Frankie McKeen, low level numbers runner for the McMannus crime syndicate, and toadie to Cathal McMannus, grandson to Noah McMannus, Kolin's old boss.
"What the fuck you think I'm here for, the ambiance?"
"I'm not coming back. The old man said that when I got out of jail, if I wanted out, I was free to go. I went Frankie."
"Hahahaha, well that ain't the case no more."
Kolin wanted to wring his neck when he heard that laugh of his, but he didn't do anything, just took another sip of his beer and went for a good shot on the seven, finally sinking it.
"The old man is dead."
Kolin stopped, put down his pool cue, and finally looked up at Frankie. That horrible beard, the long greasy hair, he really was disgusting.
"So Cathal is running things?"
Cathal McMannus, coked up, trigger happy, sadistic son of a bitch. Kolin feared for the day he took over for his grandson, and now it was here.
"Doesn't matter, his grandfather told me I was out. That should stand for something."
"He ain't asking you to come back asshole, he's telling you."
"No, his bitch is telling me."
That got Frankie angry, and he snapped his fingers. Two rather large men came in to the bar that point, and Kolin shook his head.
"Not a good idea Frankie."
"Fuck this fuck up."
The two goons come forward, and Kolin quickly kicks the left one in the knee cap, sending him down. The other throws a wild punch, putting everything behind it, but he's more fat than muscle, and it's very slow. Kolin manages to side step him, and slams him face first on to the pool table, breaking out a few of his teeth, but also causing the pool table to raise up and then come down hard, breaking the legs on the opposite side. The other goon goes to get up, but Kolin knees him square in the face. Frankie looks at Kolin, then to the goons, and that's when the fear sets in. He goes to run off, but Kolin grabs him by the collar.
"Tell Cathal that I ain't coming back, and consider yourself lucky you're walking out of here."
"THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?"
Kolin looks back to see a furious Chuck Savage, staring at his broken pool table.
"I spilled my beer, guy slipped on it and fell on to the pool table. Must not be anchored down well. Sorry about that."
Kolin pulled Frankie in closer and grabbed his wallet. He looked through it and there was about twelve hundred bucks in there. he pulled the money out, shoved Frankie away and tossed him back his wallet.
"Your buddies probably need some medical help."
Frankie wanted to scream and rant and yell, but instead he lust stormed out. Kolin walked over to the bar and handed Chuck the money.
"Hopefully that's enough to cover a new table and my tab."
He then pulled a twenty out of his own wallet.
"That's for you though, thanks for the great service."
Chuck took the twenty put it in the register before stuffing the twelve hundred into his pocket.
"Just don't let that shit happen again."
Kolin nodded and walked out, heading him to get ready for his job, where he was apparently going to need to go above and beyond.
