06-09-2014, 12:10 AM
The man- Connor still didn't know his name- drove with a lead foot. But Connor couldn't blame him. With everything that had gone down tonight- Did all of this happen in just one night?- getting out of there was a priority. Then Jensen yelled to stop and yanked open the door. Connor thought maybe he'd seen one of the kids. But no, Jensen had said they were on their way to a charity group. The man barely slowed and Jensen jumped out. Connor's sense of relief and high was briefly cut into with his concern. But Jensen seemed to be ok and soon he was following them behind, voice asking directions from Connor's wallet. It seemed that the man- Connor was going to have to ask him his name- had a destination in mind. If he's really going for a drink then awesome!.
Eventually they came to what looked like a bar, though it was definitely a place that catered to people just looking to have a drink and maybe engage in illegal activity. Given their night's activity, it fit perfectly. The man didn't speak as he opened his door. Connor did as well. He didn't think about the breeze he felt against his chest through the holes in his front and back of his jacket and shirt. He was riding high at this moment. They had been going to die, almost from the moment that Connor had went up those stairs. There didn't seem to be any way out of it. And now, maybe an hour or two later they were walking into a bar to have a drink. The kids were safe. The bad guys dead. And Connor had been healed of a deadly gunshot. If ever there was a reason to drink and not give two shits about how you looked, it was now.
The man ordered a beer. Connor wanted to feel something right away. "Shot of rum. And also a double, on the rocks, splash of water."
He felt good and was going to enjoy this. And maybe later, when he got home, he'd see if Ayden were up for some fun. It's not often a man comes back from the dead. And he was very much alive. Tired. But alive. The rum burned down the back of his throat, but his head lightened.
Finally, drinks in hand, the man spoke. "You two ever think of pulling a shit-brained stunt like this again, let me know. I'll dig the pauper's graves myself."
Connor laughed, far more than the statement deserved. "You know what man? I'll help you dig 'em."
He looked at Jensen and thought about everything. "In retrospect, we were pretty stupid about it all. But Jensen's my friend and I owe him. He needed help and that's that. It was a good cause."
He thought about the guy he beat to death. There was still that nagging guilt at having done so in front of the girl. But already the feeling had lessened. That girl had been saved from a life of repeated rape and torture. And probably death. While what she'd seen was bad, it would have been far worse for her to continue in that life. And it had felt so good. Letting lose on the evil of this world, expunging it from existence. "So what about you. What were you doing there? You also looking for a cause?"
Eventually they came to what looked like a bar, though it was definitely a place that catered to people just looking to have a drink and maybe engage in illegal activity. Given their night's activity, it fit perfectly. The man didn't speak as he opened his door. Connor did as well. He didn't think about the breeze he felt against his chest through the holes in his front and back of his jacket and shirt. He was riding high at this moment. They had been going to die, almost from the moment that Connor had went up those stairs. There didn't seem to be any way out of it. And now, maybe an hour or two later they were walking into a bar to have a drink. The kids were safe. The bad guys dead. And Connor had been healed of a deadly gunshot. If ever there was a reason to drink and not give two shits about how you looked, it was now.
The man ordered a beer. Connor wanted to feel something right away. "Shot of rum. And also a double, on the rocks, splash of water."
He felt good and was going to enjoy this. And maybe later, when he got home, he'd see if Ayden were up for some fun. It's not often a man comes back from the dead. And he was very much alive. Tired. But alive. The rum burned down the back of his throat, but his head lightened.
Finally, drinks in hand, the man spoke. "You two ever think of pulling a shit-brained stunt like this again, let me know. I'll dig the pauper's graves myself."
Connor laughed, far more than the statement deserved. "You know what man? I'll help you dig 'em."
He looked at Jensen and thought about everything. "In retrospect, we were pretty stupid about it all. But Jensen's my friend and I owe him. He needed help and that's that. It was a good cause."
He thought about the guy he beat to death. There was still that nagging guilt at having done so in front of the girl. But already the feeling had lessened. That girl had been saved from a life of repeated rape and torture. And probably death. While what she'd seen was bad, it would have been far worse for her to continue in that life. And it had felt so good. Letting lose on the evil of this world, expunging it from existence. "So what about you. What were you doing there? You also looking for a cause?"