| The Begining Part 2; Bryee's Story | |
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| Onyx Payne | Apr 5 2017, 07:16 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Manolo sat in his black 1969 camaro in front of McSorley's Old Ale House playing with his wedding ring by turning around his ring finger. Taking a breath, he straightens out his tie, exits the vehicle, and enters the old bar. One of the oldest bars in New York. When he entered, the bar was filled with a mist of smoke, and the air was tainted with beer, and vomit. And when he entered it didn't take long for the patrons to turn and notice him. He was a former detective, and it seemed he still had that vibe as some customers hurried down their drink, and headed to the door. But Manolo wasn't looking for them, and all he had to do was look at the bartender who was nonchalantly cleaning a glass to make himself look busy. He tilted his head towards the end of the bar where a man sat, hunched over, and nursing a whiskey. The former detective didn't waste anytime making his way over there, in fact, he was a bit surprised the man didn't turn, and look at him like everyone else did when he entered the bar. Taking the seat beside the man didn't even get his attention. It took Manolo placing a firm hand on the man's shoulder to even get him to look in his direction. "Long time no see Mr. Rivers." Rivers eye looked at Manolo with a drunken haze as he scuffed. Before downing the rest of his drink, and digging into his pocket for the money to pay. "Jesus fucking christ, Henry. Now you're letting pigs into the bar? You're fucking ruining the atmosphere." He slams his money on the counter, and he gets no reaction from Henry the bar tender. He just continues cleaning his glass. When rivers goes to stand to leave, Manolo places a firm hand on his shoulder and smiles at him. "Sit. Back. Down." Rivers hesitates, as he looks over at the door. He shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. "Fuck. You." Rivers flicks off Manolo as he stumbles slightly, but as soon as he goes towards the door, the grip Manolo had on his shoulder tightens as he forces Rivers back into his seat. Agitated, Rivers runs a hand through his black slicked hair, and adjusts his suit jacket, before waving to Henry to bring him another. "I'm so glad you decided to stay." Rivers just glares at the bar tenders words before he looks over at Manolo keeping the same "I'm going to kill you." glare. "What the fuck do you want?" Manolo tilts his head, "What makes you think I want something?" this alone causes Rivers to laugh. "You're fuckin' joking right? Cop, detective, it don't fucking matter. You always want something." Manolo shrugs, "But I'm retired." "Doesn't. Fuckin'. Mater." Rivers was quick to respond, "You're still on the job. Retired is just code word for informant. You just get paid under the table. You will always be a fuckin pig with or without the badge. So don't sit there busting my balls in friendly conversation, and just get to the point alright? I ain't got time for how do you fuckin' dos'." His behavior causes Manolo to laugh as he holds up his hands. "Alright, alright. I need you to do me a favor." "I ain't doing shit for you." Rivers' voice was stern before he looked over at the bar tender, "HENRY! Give me my damn drink already before I blow my fuckin' brains out. Come on!" Cracking his neck, Manolo turned in his chair doing his best to keep his composure, " You owe me, Conrad." "Now you want to make things personal? Act like we're all buddy buddy now? You're a Fuckin' Joke." Henry slams the drink in front of Rivers who was shaking his head as his lips were pressed tightly together. A few years ago, Manolo was working a case to take down a drug lord. No matter how many times they tried to take the man down there was always something to get him out from behind bars. Rather it be lack of evidence, witnesses mysteriously disappearing, or one of his goonies taking the fall for him. So how, some way, he got out, and that is when Conrad Rivers came in. He was one of the drug dealers, and Manolo gave him a choice. He could either go to jail, or become an informant. Either one would land him in a prison, and either one could lead him to his death. It wasn't an easy choice, but due to special circumstances, he choose to be the rat. When he was wired, and finally able to get into the inner circle, that's when things started to go wrong. The drug lord Sluagh began to expect something and when he found the bug on Conrad he was more than pissed off. In the middle of his rage speech about how Conrad should know who he was. The ghost of a sinner who is unwelcome in heaven and hell. And how his mission was to haunt the realm of the living by having them snort his white pure ashes. Manolo disregarded his orders to hang back, and instead came in to save the almost beaten to death River's life. "I didn't want you to fuckin' save me, alright? I didn't fuckin' ask you to." Conrad quickly devours his drink, and slams the glass on the table, "I was ready for what I deserved. I was a fuckin' rat. It didn't matter if I was in prison or out of prison. You would have marked me that just to make my life a living hell behind bars. At Least while out I could decide who, and the when. Slua had every right to kill me. Hell, I wanted to kill myself." "And yet you're still here, and alive. Imagine that." Manolo leaned closer to Conrad, "We both know you don't want to die. You're just stuck, and you don't know what to do with yourself. You do this one thing for me.” he holds up his index finger, “ And I will guarantee it will give you a new purpose in life. More than a life of some drunk, just waiting for his liver to give out." Conrad was quiet for a very long time. Henry had brought him a refill, and he didn't even notice. "What is it?" "I need your expertise in wrestling. I have someone I want you to train." Manolo began to reach into his suit jacket as Conrad closed his eyes. When he was younger he used to work a wrestling circuit in Mexico. He loved it, and he was really good at it, but over time he began to hate it. He got into the wrong crowd who thought and fully believed that drugs made them better. Would make them better. You need an extra boost? There was a drug for it. Want to look more buff? There was a drug for that. That's when his tie into drugs began. Then over time he got smart, and knew there was more money in selling the product than using the product. He still wrestled though, but over time it just became fighting. When and where he could for whatever the amount he didn't care. "I haven't done that shit in a long ass time." He was lying of course, and unfortunately for him he thought he was still good at it, because Manolo caught on quick. "That's bullshit, and we both know it. Don't think I don't know what pays for your drinks." Manolo put a picture in front of Conrad. "I want you to train my daughter, Brylee." Conrad just stared at Manolo for a second, "Still fuckin' spying on me." "How do you think I knew where to find you?" Shaking his head, Conrad picked up the picture, and looked at Brylee. He grazed his thumb over her cheek as he took a deep breath. Looking over, he shook his head and slid the picture back over to him. "No fuckin' way. Give her a tiara, and a sparkly gown. She's a beauty pageant contestant, not a wrestler." "You. Owe. Me." "You can sing that song to me all fuckin' day. Pick something else. Cause I ain't training that." Manolo put the picture back into his pocket, and tapped the bar for a drink. They both sat their in silent and when the retired detective got his drink he sighed, " I didn't want her to do it either. I was against it, but you know what she told me? She told me that she won't know if she will be any good at wrestling, or even like it. All she knew is that she wanted to be closer to her family, and if this was the way she could do that, then she wanted to try. Can't she be allowed that?" Conrad sat there and thought about it for over an hour. He then rubbed his hand over his muzzle, and scratched at his five o'clock shadow. "If I do this, then we good? Everything we had going is squared away?" "You won't see me ever again, and you can go about drinking yourself to death." Thinking it over some more, Conrad nodded his head, "Alright, I'll do it." Nodding his head, Manolo begins to stand up, "You know, you remind me of my son in law. He used to be where you are now." "Oh yeah?" Conrad responded as he stared blankly at his full glass of whiskey. "Yeah. If he could find the light at the end of the tunnel, so can you." Manolo places a hand on Conrad's shoulder, "Thank you for this. Maybe after this is all done... I'll owe you one." This caused Conrad to laugh, "Yeah, right." With that said, Manolo began to walk out of the bar, but was stopped when Conrad yelled out, "Hey Prick!” Rivers turned in his chair to look at the so called former detective, “How- How’s my sister doin?" Manolo looked over his shoulder and smiled, "She's doing good." Nodding his head, Conrad relaxed a bit, "Does she know about this?" "You know if she did, I wouldn't be here." Manolo gave his brother in law a two finger salute goodbye before walking out of the bar and leaving Conrad with a bit of a smile on his face.
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