Let's hope your teeth never have to be on the wrong end of a pool cue.
The entire joint went quiet after the hit. Actually, that's not true. It went quiet after Stal, the man who got hit by the pool cue, crashed against the table and then onto the floor. The twenty-or-so lowlives who dwelled inside the urine-scented rat hole all froze, their shifty eyes moving between the fallen and he-who-fell-him.
Boreas wasn't exactly a fan of public displays of affection, but he was more than willing to beat someone's ass if that was the only they'd get the message. He'd talked to Stal a few times over the last few months and let him know right away that one day he was going to show up to talk in a way that wouldn't be enjoyable. Stal didn't believe him.
He did now.
"You said you knew something about Miss Junan. In fact, you said you knew a lot about Miss Junan, son. I've been a patient man, but not anymore." Boreas reached out with the butt end of the pool cue and hooked it beneath Stal's chin, lifting his eyes up to meet him. "Talk." Stal gave a quick look to the side.
From his peripheral Boreas saw the movement and reacted in kind. A waitress who had been standing nearby and handling a large knife decided to make her move and rushed the unsuspecting assailant from the side, hoping to get the drop on him. She may have if it weren't for Stal's giveaway.
Jerkoff.
She had the knife in a reverse grip, ideal for stabbing, and plunged it down from above her head to drive it into Boreas' neck. He turned and lifted the pool cue, catching her on the wrist and staying her hand. She was shocked by his quickness, but more so by the 9mm Glok he pulled from his jacket with his other hand. The gunshot screamed inside the small room, and was followed by the thud of a dead waitress hitting the floor.
"What the fuc-!" A burly man who had been standing beside her roared, though Boreas didn't give him any time to make a bad decision. He whipped the cue across the man's face, turning him one hundred and eighty degrees around, and then unloaded a pair of bullets into his back.
His eyes were back on Stal before the man fell. "I'm gettin' real tired of askin' the same question more than once, dumb shit. Now I'll tell ya what, you've got about three seconds to start spewing info before I fill that scrawny carcass of yours full of holes. " He paused. "One."
"Alright! Alright!" Stal yelled, lifting up onto his knees and stretching out his hands, as though somehow that would help him if the North Wind decided to rip off a few rounds into his sorry ass. "I have some info! I don't know where she is, but I know someone who probably does."
"Probably?" Boreas asked as he stepped out of the pool of blood spreading beneath his feet. Damn Waitress. "I'm notta big fan of probably, muchacho."
"She knows where she is!" Stal hissed through wrecked teeth. "I bet my life on it."
Again Boreas caught Stal beneath the chin with the cue, but this time a bit rougher. When Stal opened his mouth to beg for mercy, he found it quickly filled with the metal chamber of Boreas' handgun, the hot barrel uncomfortably close to his tongue.
"Yes you do." Boreas growled. "Cause if she don't know anything, your worthless ass is mine."
The entire joint went quiet after the hit. Actually, that's not true. It went quiet after Stal, the man who got hit by the pool cue, crashed against the table and then onto the floor. The twenty-or-so lowlives who dwelled inside the urine-scented rat hole all froze, their shifty eyes moving between the fallen and he-who-fell-him.
Boreas wasn't exactly a fan of public displays of affection, but he was more than willing to beat someone's ass if that was the only they'd get the message. He'd talked to Stal a few times over the last few months and let him know right away that one day he was going to show up to talk in a way that wouldn't be enjoyable. Stal didn't believe him.
He did now.
"You said you knew something about Miss Junan. In fact, you said you knew a lot about Miss Junan, son. I've been a patient man, but not anymore." Boreas reached out with the butt end of the pool cue and hooked it beneath Stal's chin, lifting his eyes up to meet him. "Talk." Stal gave a quick look to the side.
From his peripheral Boreas saw the movement and reacted in kind. A waitress who had been standing nearby and handling a large knife decided to make her move and rushed the unsuspecting assailant from the side, hoping to get the drop on him. She may have if it weren't for Stal's giveaway.
Jerkoff.
She had the knife in a reverse grip, ideal for stabbing, and plunged it down from above her head to drive it into Boreas' neck. He turned and lifted the pool cue, catching her on the wrist and staying her hand. She was shocked by his quickness, but more so by the 9mm Glok he pulled from his jacket with his other hand. The gunshot screamed inside the small room, and was followed by the thud of a dead waitress hitting the floor.
"What the fuc-!" A burly man who had been standing beside her roared, though Boreas didn't give him any time to make a bad decision. He whipped the cue across the man's face, turning him one hundred and eighty degrees around, and then unloaded a pair of bullets into his back.
His eyes were back on Stal before the man fell. "I'm gettin' real tired of askin' the same question more than once, dumb shit. Now I'll tell ya what, you've got about three seconds to start spewing info before I fill that scrawny carcass of yours full of holes. " He paused. "One."
"Alright! Alright!" Stal yelled, lifting up onto his knees and stretching out his hands, as though somehow that would help him if the North Wind decided to rip off a few rounds into his sorry ass. "I have some info! I don't know where she is, but I know someone who probably does."
"Probably?" Boreas asked as he stepped out of the pool of blood spreading beneath his feet. Damn Waitress. "I'm notta big fan of probably, muchacho."
"She knows where she is!" Stal hissed through wrecked teeth. "I bet my life on it."
Again Boreas caught Stal beneath the chin with the cue, but this time a bit rougher. When Stal opened his mouth to beg for mercy, he found it quickly filled with the metal chamber of Boreas' handgun, the hot barrel uncomfortably close to his tongue.
"Yes you do." Boreas growled. "Cause if she don't know anything, your worthless ass is mine."