Behind the Clouds

Steve had double parked the car, shut it off, took the keys with
him, stepped out and headed towards the bar. Although Steve was a
big man, Jason,who was six feet eight inches tall, and three-hundred
pounds, had a good six inches and fifty pounds on him. However, that
was of no consequence to Steve. As he approached them, Rob said
"what happened to you man? I saw you duck out the back. I thought
you were ditching me." "What the fuck! I was gone for fifteen
minutes and your up my ass! What are you spying on me for. Oh, no
wait. You're a fag aren't you!? A blazing cocksmoking fag. You and
this big stupid mule. I bet he's the pitcher and your the catcher!"
Steve ranted as he stood out in the rain.
Because of the loudness of the rain hitting the pavement, and the
front door to The Cut Throat being closed, no one heard this, exept
for a few passers by who thought nothing of it. Rob actually took
this with a grain of salt since he had seen Steve messed up before,
though not quite this bad(which was really saying something). "Just
go inside" Rob said patiently. He lightly pushed Jason aside so
Steve could go in. Steve gave both of them quick darting glances,
and the corners of his mouth curled up in a twisted maniacal grin.
He went inside in a flash.
Jason, who was not much of a contender tonight since he was
shitfaced, and unlike Steve was an invalid when heavily
intoxicated, said to Rob almost incomprehensibly, "what the hell is
up with him?". "He's got demons" Rob said plainly. As Steve entered
The Cut Throat, he noticed Christine and Carrie getting ready to
leave. "There they are! Don't let them get away" the thoughts
swirled in Steve's head. He slowly walked over to them as "Bark at
the Moon" was overheard on the jukebox. "Wait, don't leave without
me" he said. "I know I said I'd be right back, but as soon as you
asked me to go home with you I went to get my chariot, which now
awaits us out front." This was all said with a sweethearted
inflection that the girls suprisingly bought into.
This was the point that Steve's one-hundred and forty IQ(he had it
tested by one of the school psychologists after throwing a desk at
a nun in his senior year of high school) was used for evil and not
for good. The fact that moments earlier,he was very close to
ripping his best friends heart out of his chest, and now was fast
talking these two willing females into his car,gave Steve the
feeling of invincibility. The heavy amount of cocaine in his
bloodstream also had something to do with it. "The only thing left
for you to do is get these bitches into your car without anyone
else seeing it" the thoughts continued to swirl. "It is pouring
rain outside and strangers testimony will not hold up in court,
but your friends' sure will." Steve ordered up one last drink, his
usual, and even got Carrie and Christine a couple of beers.
While they were drinking up their last beers,Steve told Fred and
Laurie tp go and get Rob from outside. Steve knew that Jason was
not a problem because he was wasted. Upon asking Freddy however,
he noticed that he too was going to be praying to the porcelin
gods pretty soon. "One less body to worry about" Steve thought,
and he suddenly belted out a huge cackle that could be overheard
by any conversation occuring nearby. "Shit! Don't draw attention
to yourself you asshole" the thoughts swirled. "Ok Laurie, will
you go and get Rob for me?" "Sure, I'll be right back" Laurie
said. This was it! Rob grabbed both girls and slipped out the
backdoor.
The same backdoor that he slipped out of earlier to take a piss
among other things. Carrie and Christine were to drunk to
resist. He quickly moved down the end of the alley that would
lead them half a block away from the front of The Cut
Throat,where his car was still parked,and out of sight. They got
out to the street and headed hurriedly towards the Camaro. The
only obstacle left was if Laurie or Rob were standing out front.
Steve gave a furtive glance to The Cut Throat and to his relief
saw no one. He piled Christine and Carrie inside and got behind
the wheel.
After starting up the Camaro, he replayed the last two minutes
in his mind faster than any CD or DVD player ever could. He knew
that the few passers by on the streets were running with their
heads down or walking with umbrellas over their faces, and no
one,including the bartender, saw them leave. Steve quietly
shifted into drive and softly moved down West 4th street. He
turned the corner out of sight, with two drunk and willing
females, a gram of coke and an arsenal in his trunk.

to be continued........

Copyright 2004
Peter Cooper
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