Sam and Stephen found themselves not at the Angel and Demon but a back water dive. "So much for the r and r. Who would have guest they close that early." Sam sighed as he went to get another drink from bar. Stephen shook his head and sagged in the well worn chair. Suddenly somehow the dive went a shade even darker. "Haven't seen toi around here before." Kenpachi Zuraki a dit to the well muscled new comer to his usual bar. "Just visiting." The man sounded calm collected and very bored. "You looking for some excitement."
Sam a dit as he came carrying two bottles of the best beers that the bar had to offer. Kenpachi smirked. "Always." Stephen frowned. "Easy Sam, we can't afford to get into trouble ou we get a ride accueil and one hell of an cul, ass whooping when we get into the office." Zuraki smiled widely. "We don't need to involve the police. Just the three of us." Sam laughed and Stephen stood up from his chair putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "We are here to put away P.B.'s kidnapper not fight some bonehead with an itch for bruises."
Kenpachi snickered. "Not three just toi and me." Zuraki laid his hand on Stephen's shoulder. Stephen shrugged off the man's hand. "I don't play. Now if I remember the last man who laid a hand on my shoulder had it broken in 3 different ways. Right Sam." Sam sat down popping off a haut, retour au début of his beer. He smiled brightly. "Not even the surgeries could get all his fingers to work correctly so they had to amputate just to get him enough to hold a bottle." He dangled his bottle and then slugged some of it down making a acide, sure face but swallowing it down before continuing on. He laughed. "And forget standing to pee. toi might as well shoot yourself big man if toi go to battle with him. He won't be as generous as he was with him. He's in l’amour and she just won't have him."
At that Sam Lost consciousness as Stephen's fist found his face. "Nice, but he's your friend and drunk. I'm neither. Why not try me."
A few hours later bloody, bruised and defeated Stephen leaned against the mur of the alley spitting out blood and a few of his replacement molars. Ho hell he was going to catch it from his dentist. These were the 3rd set of molars this year. He had to montrer Jamie he was man enough for her. He had to prove enough of Voro's crime to put the bastard away for good. As his vision blurred, he felt the victor's hand. Stephen stiffened. "You gave as good as toi got. I like toi you've got potential. I could train toi to be almost as good as me." Stephen blinked the eye patched man into focus and smiled. "Almost?" Kenpachi laughed. "Don't push it. How about we see if your friend has found his feet?" Zuraki put his arm under the man's nearest arm letting the bartender open the door. "Name's Kenpachi Zuraki." Stephen smirked. "Detective Stephen Styles Murraco of the Florida Murraco's. People always ask if I'm from Muraco. It's so frustrating and that girl. Jamie...he's right. She doesn't rendez-vous amoureux, date patients, clients ou anyone who does business with her. But she's so hot she boils me down to a boy with a crush." Zuraki merely listened and found Sam nursing a water, ice pack, and a pissed off look. Which turned into a bright smile around the pack when he saw Zuraki's victory written across Stephen's body.
Sam a dit as he came carrying two bottles of the best beers that the bar had to offer. Kenpachi smirked. "Always." Stephen frowned. "Easy Sam, we can't afford to get into trouble ou we get a ride accueil and one hell of an cul, ass whooping when we get into the office." Zuraki smiled widely. "We don't need to involve the police. Just the three of us." Sam laughed and Stephen stood up from his chair putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "We are here to put away P.B.'s kidnapper not fight some bonehead with an itch for bruises."
Kenpachi snickered. "Not three just toi and me." Zuraki laid his hand on Stephen's shoulder. Stephen shrugged off the man's hand. "I don't play. Now if I remember the last man who laid a hand on my shoulder had it broken in 3 different ways. Right Sam." Sam sat down popping off a haut, retour au début of his beer. He smiled brightly. "Not even the surgeries could get all his fingers to work correctly so they had to amputate just to get him enough to hold a bottle." He dangled his bottle and then slugged some of it down making a acide, sure face but swallowing it down before continuing on. He laughed. "And forget standing to pee. toi might as well shoot yourself big man if toi go to battle with him. He won't be as generous as he was with him. He's in l’amour and she just won't have him."
At that Sam Lost consciousness as Stephen's fist found his face. "Nice, but he's your friend and drunk. I'm neither. Why not try me."
A few hours later bloody, bruised and defeated Stephen leaned against the mur of the alley spitting out blood and a few of his replacement molars. Ho hell he was going to catch it from his dentist. These were the 3rd set of molars this year. He had to montrer Jamie he was man enough for her. He had to prove enough of Voro's crime to put the bastard away for good. As his vision blurred, he felt the victor's hand. Stephen stiffened. "You gave as good as toi got. I like toi you've got potential. I could train toi to be almost as good as me." Stephen blinked the eye patched man into focus and smiled. "Almost?" Kenpachi laughed. "Don't push it. How about we see if your friend has found his feet?" Zuraki put his arm under the man's nearest arm letting the bartender open the door. "Name's Kenpachi Zuraki." Stephen smirked. "Detective Stephen Styles Murraco of the Florida Murraco's. People always ask if I'm from Muraco. It's so frustrating and that girl. Jamie...he's right. She doesn't rendez-vous amoureux, date patients, clients ou anyone who does business with her. But she's so hot she boils me down to a boy with a crush." Zuraki merely listened and found Sam nursing a water, ice pack, and a pissed off look. Which turned into a bright smile around the pack when he saw Zuraki's victory written across Stephen's body.
If some of toi actually come across my stories and start to read them toi will notice some do not have any real connection to the continuing story. As I have learned in the past. Pen and pencil tend to fade away on paper ou anything else toi write on. So I come here and write it on a screen and send it out as a pop fly into the audience instead of a accueil run.. Don't know if I'll use them ou trash them, I just want to make sure if I burn out and leave the story for awhile I have some record of it somewhere I can still read it. I have tons of paper at accueil in 20 gallon totes at least 2 ou plus and 5 years in and can no longer read due to the fading. So I hope toi thoroughly enjoy my scribbles in case I end up having a bad case of multiple personalities due to the people I have living inside my poor drooling brain. Probably why I have terrible spelling and punctuation at times. At least I think I do. Never did get higher then a C average in English.