Finne sat solemnly in the corner of the darkened
loft with eyes out the narrow split he created in the curtains by strategically
placing his cigarette pack along the window sill. His eyes were focused outward looking for
threats and waiting for an opportunity he conjured hours before within the
Three Rings, upon which he stared. It
was hard not to get distracted by Sarah’s naked occupation of the bedsheets
infront of him. She was gorgeous. If only…
The lights within the bar finally were shut off.
Finne stood and quietly crossed the room and exited without waking Sarah. She needed sleep, and Finne knew this would
take no longer than a quick conversation in the parking lot. She would never even know he was gone.
Descending the stairs, Finne watched his longtime
friend, Sammy stagger across the parking lot to the sole remaining car – a Cherry
Red 1968 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible he knew Sammy had meticulously restored
himself.
Alone in the parking lot, the
car looked like an angel in its brilliance and beauty. On the road it always attracted attention
too. Finne knew that the 5th
DUI Helen spoke of was like all the rest Sammy suffered. He wasn’t a bad
driver, but his car was too attractive to be ignored by the officers patrolling
the streets of DC when the bars closed.
If he only drove a Toyota, Finne thought, he likely wouldn’t have been
pulled over all of those times… well not all of them.
Finne crossed the parking lot gesturing with his
arms and hands to get Sammy’s attention without calling out and possibly waking
Sarah - or worse attracting any other
attention.
Sammy was ignorant to his attempts to gain his
attention and proceeded to the rear of his enormous car and opened his trunk further
obstructing his view of Finne approaching.
Now Finne worried that continuing without announcing
himself would scare Sammy into a scream and attract attention from everyone
within earshot.
Maybe not.
Finne rounded the Cadillac slightly wider than his
original approach so he would not walk directly upon his friend still hoping to
get his visual attention before startling him.
No luck. Finne was now along side
the car and was about to cross into Sammy’s sight line right upon him.
Shit. Finne thought.
Nothing is easy.
As Finne’s eyesight rounded the opened trunk he
immediately recognized the silhouetted shadow of his friend and what he planned
on doing. Finne lunged forward with his
left hand and knocked the barrel of a 12 guage shotgun out of Sammy’s mouth
catching in utter surprise. His right
fist followed strongly after and caught Sammy on the chin, knocking him out
before he could react. The gun didn’t fire. Sammy didn’t scream. The sound of his oversized body falling to the
gravel was unheard.
Finne stood alone holding Sammy’s shotgun by the
barrel and trying to comprehend what had almost happened. Finne knew he was
meant to be hear tonight for nothing more than to save his friend’s life. Now what to do with him, he thought…
“What the fuck?” Sarah shouted as she was startled
awake by the sudden bounce from her sleep and the mattress she laid upon by the
weight the large body thrown down next to her.
“Shhh!!!, It’s OK.
He’s out cold.” Finne offered to
console her. “ I cant believe I didn’t wake
you coming up the stairs. This guy is a
heavy son-of-a-bitch!”
“Is that the bartender?” Sarah asked with an obvious
have in comprehension having been woken suddenly.
“Yeah. He’s staying here tonight. I’ll explain
later.” Finne responded softly. “We have a car now.”
Oh, you might want to put some clothes on. If he does wake up, Sammy is a pervert. You would drive him crazy looking that fine.”
Finne said and winked touting his gamesmanship over Sarah. All night she had teased with her body
knowing he need only ask for anything from her.
Now as she stood nude beside the bed trying to understand the reality
that had awakened her, she had forfeited her power position and ability to
tease his attention from the tasks at hand.
“Nice ass!” Finne added.
