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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 14, 2016 1:02:24 GMT -5
How about patience? Try posting in QT or something else for a change.
"Well, okay. If you insist."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 25, 2016 1:01:38 GMT -5
(That's just it though; no one is posting in anything)
But I had no time to catch up with him. My mind needed clearing and I needed that whiskey. So I bid my friend farewell and continued down to that bar for a tall drink.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 25, 2016 7:23:47 GMT -5
I had no idea what I was up against, and I would only realize that to my peril much later on...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Oct 11, 2016 1:05:51 GMT -5
When I finally came to the club, I sat at the bar and ordered my favorite drink. I never was a gulper, so I drank it steadily over the hour, pondering what had unfolded these past few hours. I sat hunched over that drink for hours, with no one to talk to until to my surprise, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard that all too familiar voice.
"Been a while hasn't it; what brings you here now?"
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Oct 11, 2016 1:11:08 GMT -5
Mitch Mitchum. The toughest yet slimiest dog I knew. Fought in the war with him, but I hadn't seen him for years.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Oct 11, 2016 1:21:09 GMT -5
"Well, my back hurts, my head aches and there's a case to solve that ain't my problem no more, but otherwise all is fine and dandy" I said back to him.
"Same old wit, ain't it? Well I don't hold it against you. Tell me though, what are you up to?" He said to me. Then I told him about the detective business and the deal is been in today with the cases that weren't my problem no more.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Nov 28, 2016 12:57:32 GMT -5
He smiled and said, "I think I might be able to help you."
Oh no. If I knew Mitch, those words meant trouble of some kind.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 20:25:49 GMT -5
"Help me with what? I just said, they ain't my problem no more" I pointed out; now confused
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Nov 28, 2016 20:35:52 GMT -5
"I can see you're worried about something... come on, out with it!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 28, 2016 20:39:57 GMT -5
"Ok, you got me. You see, I am..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Dec 16, 2016 19:21:54 GMT -5
"... a bit unsettled with the business. We just haven't been getting any cases recently, and now it feels like I work twice as hard to get half as much done" I said with a sigh
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 3, 2018 1:19:59 GMT -5
"I see what you mean," said Mitch. "Take my advice, have a drink, see a whore, and go to bed. Always helps me out."
"Yeah, I dunno about that..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 10:00:57 GMT -5
"I just feel there's something missing in my life, Mitch... you wouldn't understand."
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 3, 2018 12:44:26 GMT -5
โYep, youโd be right about that! Anything else I can getcha?โ
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 15, 2018 16:49:37 GMT -5
"Oh, shut up" I said with a grunt, before downing my drink and wallowing in my misery
......
When I came to hours later, I was in the bar's bathroom, soaked straight through my clothes, and for some reason I stunk of grilled meat. What the heck happened last night?
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 15, 2018 17:28:10 GMT -5
I had always thought that this was a noir film. But the scene I saw before my eyes made me wonder if we hadn't crossed over into the horror genre.
Blood and guts covered the room. Some of it was cooked, some... raw. I looked down. Human and animal remains I realized. I stood up and put my hand to the back of my head, shut my eyes, and thought hard.
The only thing I could come up with was a "WHAT THE FUCK!?!!?!"
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Post by 8novels on Feb 9, 2021 0:31:05 GMT -5
I guess I was hallucinating. My vision cleared and there I was, lying on the floor of a cheap, dingy men's room in a cheap, dingy bar.
The door opened to admit the guy I'd bashed with a beer bottle halfway through the afternoon. I wondered how he had found me, then realized he must have followed me to the bar. The last I'd heard, he'd given me a rundown of all his names and asked me to call him something. Damned if I could remember what it was.
"How's about if I call you Professor?" I suggested. Sometimes it's best to just take up a conversation right where you left off. Besides, I was distracted by the dame's blood, which was still dripping from my tie. Guess I leaned over her chest wound a little too close. "We may be old friends, but it's been a while. What are you doing in San Francisco, Professor? And why'd you follow me here?" I pulled myself up off the floor and brushed some of the broken glass off his shoulder.
"Well, Joe--"
"Sam."
"Ah, yes, Sam." He gave me a sickly smile. "Well, Sam, I'm being followed by Black Jack Gallagher, the Curse of Kilkenny. You haven't seen any Irishmen around here, have you?"
We were in a bar. The joint was crawling with Irishmen. But something told me that wasn't what he meant by "around here."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 10, 2021 18:52:45 GMT -5
โWell, I didnโt really see that many people when I was on my way here, if Iโm being honest. My mind has just been in a swirl since I saw someone die right in front of me, you know? Granted, saw my fair share of death in the war, but I just never thought Iโd see it again so suddenlyโ I said, reminiscing on the past few hours. โAnd... I guess I owe you another apology about the bottle on the head thingโ I added
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Post by 8novels on Feb 10, 2021 21:07:31 GMT -5
"Oh, no harm done, my dear chap."
Was he nuts? His clothes were still wet and he stank to high heaven. "Uh... I'll meet you outside, Professor." I jerked my thumb in the direction of the bar and squeezed past him on my way out, but to my surprise he turned around and followed me. Guess he didn't need to use the john. This pretty much confirmed he'd tailed me in there. "So what are you having?"
"Anything but beer," he said. I almost laughed, but thought better of it.
"Right." I wished I could change my bloodstained tie, but what the hell. He'd already seen it. I slid into a booth and signaled the guy behind the bar to send Lorna over. Jenkins slid in across from me. I'd never seen him so nervous. His eyes were jumping around like hamsters on a hotplate.
"So tell me about this Irishman," I said. "Gallagher."
Jenkins shuddered, then leaned over the table so he could whisper. "Black Jack Gallagher. Help me, Sam. He's after me, and I've nowhere to hide."
Suddenly I remembered the Irish guy who burst into my office waving a pistol and blathering about icebergs.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on May 21, 2021 15:04:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know who you are talking about. Had a run-in with him not that long ago" I explained
"Really? What happened to him?" Jenkins asked.
"Donnie shot him in such a way that was non-lethal; I don't know if he was connected to that dying woman or not, but I can tell you he was rather incoherent; like someone straight out of a bar that should have been cut off much sooner" I explained.
"So he's with your friends at the moment?"
"Well there were several hours ago; naturally I don't know what's going on now. But more importantly; what is it you are trying to get away from? A debt?" I asked.
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