“Things happened to fast he didn’t have time!” Carly tried reassuring herself as her knees become weak from the situation, and she sat down at the nearest booth, but could still see Eminem and his friends.
A waitress had walked over to Carly table, and she was ordering a
drink when she noticed the man come walking past her and sits down in the booth
behind her.
“I don’t need this shit! I don’t wanna know anything else. I have
my own problems.” Carly says to herself as she cradled her head in her hands
and leaned on the table, but a small smile comes to her lips as she realized
that she hadn’t thought about her own problems for almost an hour, but quickly
sits up when she hears the man laughing very loudly.
“It was a piece of cake. The dumb ass bastard doesn’t even have
clue what he’s walking into.” The man bragged into his cel-phone.
“Fuck!” Carly mouthed to herself, as the waitress placed her mixed
drink on the table.
“That’ll be eight fifty.” The waitress said, as Carly tried desperately
to hear the man but tried not to let on to the waitress, as she pulled a ten
from her jeans pocket and smiled at her.
“Keep the change.” Carly quickly said, as the waitress took the
money, and Carly leaned back in the booth hoping she didn’t miss too much of
the conversation.
“You thought your last little bar scheme worked. This time you have
a real man doing the job. He won’t be singing about it this time.” The man
bragged into his cel-phone, as Carly took a drink and tried analyze what the man
was bragging about.
“This time there will be No Probation. Out of your life for Good.”
The man explained, as Carly continued to listen, but watched Eminem at his
table, which seemed to be having incenses fun joking around with his buddies.
“YES!” A Pound!” The Man said very loudly, bringing Carly back from
intensely watching Eminem and his friends.
Carly quickly motioned at the waitress to bring her another drink,
as the man continued to brag about how good he was to the person on the other
end of his cel-phone conversation, about how he placed the extra insurance
policy in Eminem’s vehicle.
“Another! Please!” Carly said, as the waitress placed the Sea
Breeze in front of Carly and she quickly paid, then down the drink and handed
the empty glass back to the waitress.
“Sure.” The waitress said as she took the glass and walked off.
“I can’t let this happen.” Carly thought to her self, as the man’s
conversation continued about what he was going to do sexually to the person on
the phone after they hooked up in about half hour.
“Just tell the little brat that her sweet little almighty daddy has
really gone crazy, and he’s not Ever coming back.” The man said into his
cel-phone, as Carly fought everything in her not to get up and attack the man.
“The dumb ass mother fucker has no ideal he’s messing with the real
Bonnie and Glyde.” The man said laughing, as Carly jumped right up from her
seat, as the waitress came over and sat her drink on the table.
Carly took the drink and quickly down it, then started digging in
her jeans pocket for money, her eyes connected with the man as he stood up and
towered over her, as he slowly moved past her and the waitress.
Carly handed the waitress the money and the waitress handed change
back, as Carly eyes intensely watch the man slowly and proudly walked past
Eminem’s table then towards the door.
“Would you like another?” The waitress asked for the second time,
as Carly subconsciously shook her head yes, as she watches the man exit the
bar.
Carly sat down and contemplated several ideals of how she was going
to get past the thugs to tell Eminem he was being set up, when the waitress
bought her drink.
“Thank you. Keep the change.” Carly subconscious says, as she hands
the waitress money.
Carly sat and watched Eminem and his friends for about another ten
or so minutes, as nothing really came to her mind about what to do about the
intense problem, when Eminem stood up for the first time, causing a feel of
urgency to rush through her.
Carly stood and downed her drink, as her eyes watched him cross the
floor towards the restrooms as a small tingle of relief over came her, as her
legs subconsciously carried her towards the restrooms.
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