Post by loki on Feb 5, 2006 16:37:51 GMT -5
I walked down the hall after my match with Ace feeling decidedly worse for wear. I had lost to him again, that was twice now that he had beaten me, oh well at least this one was a lot closer than the last one. I thought about going home, about checking in on Whisper and the baby. I thought about it, and then decided against it. It wouldn’t do either my fiance or myself any good to go home in this state. I decided instead I would go and get a drink, and while I’m really not much of a drinker, I enjoy a cold beer once in a while as much as the next guy. I headed towards the exit when I heard foot steps behind me, I turned around to see who was there, ready to fight if need be. But when I turned around I was surprised, it wasn’t anybody looking to attack me or anything like that, instead it was Pegasus, come to offer a congratulatory word or two about my match. “LoKi, glad I caught up to you, I thought you would already be gone, a few of the guys said they saw you leave a while ago.” I shrugged kind of apathetically, “Nah, not gone yet. I’m just kind of wandering around, what about you?” A boyish grin crossed his face, “Actually I was looking for you, I was wondering if you would like to go have a drink with me?” I raised an eyebrow, this was a man who had once been my enemy and now he wanted to go have a drink with me, hell why not, I thought. What’s the worst that could happen. “All right Pegs, you got yourself a drinking buddy for the night.”
He grinned again, apparently happy that I had agreed to a night of carousing with him. “Sounds great, but ahhh, can we stay away from any kind of “less than reputable” bars, I’ve had a few bad experiences.” I stared at him with a puzzled look, what the hell was this guy doing at a bar, let alone a “less than reputable” bar. I though he was supposed to be the word of God, southern preacher type guy. Oh well, never going to find out why if I didn’t ask, “Alright goody two shoes, spill it. What the hell were you doing in what you call a, “less than reputable” bar? He smiled kind of nervously, “Well before I came to work for PCW I worked for a company called IWL. It was another small Indy fed but they traveled around a bit. One night we were in New York right, and I got lost. I was trying to find the hotel I was staying at but I got lost and was going in circles. I ended up outside this place called Hog Heaven, the air was all smoky, there were a bunch of bikes parked outside, and some really bad music was playing really loudly inside, I thought it was a deli..” I stifled a laugh, “All that and you still thought it was a deli, man you really are naïve aren’t you? He nodded, looking a little annoyed that I had interrupted, oh well. “Ya I was, but anyway. I walked into the place and figured out really quickly that it was a bar. All I wanted to do was ask the bartender for directions but I couldn’t find the guy. I was sitting there minding my own business when I fight broke out. Do you remember Thorn, she was in PCW for a while?” I nodded, “Pretty vague but I remember.” He nodded again, “Well she was there to, I don’t know when she got there or why she was there but she was there and she was in a fight with half the bar. So me being the guy that I am, I jumped into the fight and tried to help her, well it didn’t exactly work, she ended up saving my hide that night.”
I couldn’t hold my laughter back anymore and it burst forth like the Hoover damn had collapsed, I was practically rolling on the ground. “So let me get this straight, you walked into a biker bar thinking it was a deli? Then when you try to play the knight in shining armor routine you’re the one that gets his ass kicked and ends up needing to be saved? Oh man that’s rich, I suppose next your going to tell me that you went back again and tried to fight some more huh? He grinned sheepishly, “Yup, that pretty much sums it up and as for the last part, no I never went back there and I never want to again.” I was laughing even harder now, to hard to form a complete sentence, I didn’t even try. I started to regain my composure but I still had tears of mirth rolling down my cheeks. All right then, I promise we wont go to any biker bars, in fact I know about a club downtown we can go to, nice little dance club so you don’t have to worry about any stripper corrupting your morality. Do you have a car here tonight? He shook his head, “No I walked tonight, I thought the fresh air would do me some good.” “No big deal, you can ride with me, I brought the Jeep tonight so there’s plenty of room.” Pegasus agreed to ride with me and soon I was driving down the twisted roads of Greenville looking for Club Energy.
“I thought you said you knew where this place was Tom?” grumbled Pegasus. “No,” I shot back, “I said I knew OF a place to go, not that I knew how to get there, so get off my back and I’ll get us there as fast as I can.” Well as fast as I can accidentally turned into an hour, now I really needed that beer. I pulled up to the club and took a quick look, sign said no one under 18 so at least we wouldn’t have to deal with a bunch of little kids bugging us for autographs and the such. I parked the jeep two blocks away and started walking towards the club. I was wrong about the autograph seekers, a group of fifteen year old kids spotted Pegasus as soon as he stepped out of my jeep and mobbed him, asking for an autograph. I was glad he was getting the attention and not me. “HEY LoKi is here to!!” Shit so much for my anonymity. I smiled and signed autographs for the kids, posed for a few pictures, the basic stuff. As the kids ran off happy as could be, Pegasus shot me a worried look, what if the other people in the club were as bad as these kids. I mean five isn’t really a big problem, five hundred on the other hand, that could be problematic .
There wasn’t a line waiting to get in because the club had already been open for a few hours, all the better to keep up the charade that we were just simple club patrons. The bouncer looked at me suspiciously and asked for my I.D. He looked over it with a scrutinizing eye more to the level of an interrogator than a simple bouncer, but I was here to have a good time, not start any fights. Pegasus on the other hand didn’t realize this, he got angry when the bouncer asked for his ID and let it be known that he was of legal age to enter the club and he felt he was being questioned unfairly. The bouncer just rolled his eyes and repeated the request for Pegasus’s drivers license. I nodded to him and he grudgingly handed it over. The giant of a man guarding the door to this oasis other wise known as Energy scrutinized Peg’s license even more fiercely than he did mine, guess that’s what he did if someone tried to make a scene. He unhooked the velvet rope and as I walked past him he called after me, “Good luck at Mass Destruction LoKi!” I cringed, damn this night was not off to a good start, if this guy recognized me then I’m sure more people inside would. I thanked the bouncer for his support and headed inside and up to the bar.
He grinned again, apparently happy that I had agreed to a night of carousing with him. “Sounds great, but ahhh, can we stay away from any kind of “less than reputable” bars, I’ve had a few bad experiences.” I stared at him with a puzzled look, what the hell was this guy doing at a bar, let alone a “less than reputable” bar. I though he was supposed to be the word of God, southern preacher type guy. Oh well, never going to find out why if I didn’t ask, “Alright goody two shoes, spill it. What the hell were you doing in what you call a, “less than reputable” bar? He smiled kind of nervously, “Well before I came to work for PCW I worked for a company called IWL. It was another small Indy fed but they traveled around a bit. One night we were in New York right, and I got lost. I was trying to find the hotel I was staying at but I got lost and was going in circles. I ended up outside this place called Hog Heaven, the air was all smoky, there were a bunch of bikes parked outside, and some really bad music was playing really loudly inside, I thought it was a deli..” I stifled a laugh, “All that and you still thought it was a deli, man you really are naïve aren’t you? He nodded, looking a little annoyed that I had interrupted, oh well. “Ya I was, but anyway. I walked into the place and figured out really quickly that it was a bar. All I wanted to do was ask the bartender for directions but I couldn’t find the guy. I was sitting there minding my own business when I fight broke out. Do you remember Thorn, she was in PCW for a while?” I nodded, “Pretty vague but I remember.” He nodded again, “Well she was there to, I don’t know when she got there or why she was there but she was there and she was in a fight with half the bar. So me being the guy that I am, I jumped into the fight and tried to help her, well it didn’t exactly work, she ended up saving my hide that night.”
I couldn’t hold my laughter back anymore and it burst forth like the Hoover damn had collapsed, I was practically rolling on the ground. “So let me get this straight, you walked into a biker bar thinking it was a deli? Then when you try to play the knight in shining armor routine you’re the one that gets his ass kicked and ends up needing to be saved? Oh man that’s rich, I suppose next your going to tell me that you went back again and tried to fight some more huh? He grinned sheepishly, “Yup, that pretty much sums it up and as for the last part, no I never went back there and I never want to again.” I was laughing even harder now, to hard to form a complete sentence, I didn’t even try. I started to regain my composure but I still had tears of mirth rolling down my cheeks. All right then, I promise we wont go to any biker bars, in fact I know about a club downtown we can go to, nice little dance club so you don’t have to worry about any stripper corrupting your morality. Do you have a car here tonight? He shook his head, “No I walked tonight, I thought the fresh air would do me some good.” “No big deal, you can ride with me, I brought the Jeep tonight so there’s plenty of room.” Pegasus agreed to ride with me and soon I was driving down the twisted roads of Greenville looking for Club Energy.
“I thought you said you knew where this place was Tom?” grumbled Pegasus. “No,” I shot back, “I said I knew OF a place to go, not that I knew how to get there, so get off my back and I’ll get us there as fast as I can.” Well as fast as I can accidentally turned into an hour, now I really needed that beer. I pulled up to the club and took a quick look, sign said no one under 18 so at least we wouldn’t have to deal with a bunch of little kids bugging us for autographs and the such. I parked the jeep two blocks away and started walking towards the club. I was wrong about the autograph seekers, a group of fifteen year old kids spotted Pegasus as soon as he stepped out of my jeep and mobbed him, asking for an autograph. I was glad he was getting the attention and not me. “HEY LoKi is here to!!” Shit so much for my anonymity. I smiled and signed autographs for the kids, posed for a few pictures, the basic stuff. As the kids ran off happy as could be, Pegasus shot me a worried look, what if the other people in the club were as bad as these kids. I mean five isn’t really a big problem, five hundred on the other hand, that could be problematic .
There wasn’t a line waiting to get in because the club had already been open for a few hours, all the better to keep up the charade that we were just simple club patrons. The bouncer looked at me suspiciously and asked for my I.D. He looked over it with a scrutinizing eye more to the level of an interrogator than a simple bouncer, but I was here to have a good time, not start any fights. Pegasus on the other hand didn’t realize this, he got angry when the bouncer asked for his ID and let it be known that he was of legal age to enter the club and he felt he was being questioned unfairly. The bouncer just rolled his eyes and repeated the request for Pegasus’s drivers license. I nodded to him and he grudgingly handed it over. The giant of a man guarding the door to this oasis other wise known as Energy scrutinized Peg’s license even more fiercely than he did mine, guess that’s what he did if someone tried to make a scene. He unhooked the velvet rope and as I walked past him he called after me, “Good luck at Mass Destruction LoKi!” I cringed, damn this night was not off to a good start, if this guy recognized me then I’m sure more people inside would. I thanked the bouncer for his support and headed inside and up to the bar.