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So Bobby, what position are you going to give our new friend? I’m not sure Vin, he can be a great asset to us, we just need to see where he fits best. Yeah I agree, let’s just train him on all the positions. How do we handle that Vin? I would start him behind the bar first as a bartender. Are you serious, can he even mix a drink? Debbie can teach him; really it can’t be that hard to mix a damn drink! The back door opens and Sabrina walks in. Hey Bobby! Hey Sabrina, what kind of shit have you got us in today? I'm sorry, I fucked up but Pharaoh was waiting by my car when we got here this morning. Yeah -Yeah, don’t go in to all that bull, he already told me everything. Go home and get some rest, take the night off. Oh thank you! Where’s AC? He’s busy cleaning up your mess right now; I will tell him to call you when he’s done. Thank you! See you guys tomorrow at 6. Alright sweetie and don’t tell anyone you seen that piece of shit ex of yours either. Who are you talking about Sir? Yeah that’s the idea sweetie.

Vinny! Go get the security tape out of the camera room. Oh shit the tape, I forgot all about it brother. Don’t you want to watch it first Bobby? Didn’t you watch it knucklehead? Nope, going to do that now, can you bring me a beer? Oh I’m your servant now little brother! Man come on, give me a break. Damn I just asked for a beer. Yeah I got you, quit crying like a bitch. Vinny sat at the large oak marble finished desk, kicked up his feet and rewound the tape to 4 hours back. Hey squirt! Here’s your draft; did you see it yet? Just rewinding now; OK here we go. There’s punk ass Pharaoh walking to her car now. Damn, this asshole is trying to break in through the back window. No success at that attempt; look there’s AC and Sabrina pulling up now. Wow, was she upset, she damn near fell off the bike trying to get at that punk. OK here it is, he’s charging AC now! Bro.! Look, your friend straight put the gun to that punk ass fuckers head, no hesitation. Man is Pharaoh about to piss himself? He got that punk down on his knees. Damn! Damn! He did him right there, just like she said. I would say he is most definitely a natural Bobby, smart and cold hearted! Yeah, we can use him, put that tape somewhere safe, you never know when we might need it, good ass collateral! That Motherfucker is ours for life now, he’s never walking away from this shit.

Silvio and AC come in the office wearing bloody aprons and rubber gloves. Hey Bobby, we’re all done with the body. Good! That dude was a sorry ass motherfucker and I hate sorry MF’s! Sit down AC. His hands started to shake and knees started to knock at the request to sit, nervously taking a seat beside the oak marble desk, he noticed his 357 lying on the top shelf by the Hennessy. My little Brother and I were discussing your immediate future here with us. Do you have any skills behind the bar? Well, I can make the normal crown and coke, rum and coke, gin and OJ, you know the regular. OK this is the plan, for the first 3 months we will train you to bartend. Debbie our bar manager will get you started with some hands on training tomorrow, she’s a looker man, so don’t go try to stick your anaconda in her and shit. There is enough pussy around here for all of us, leave that one to the customers. OK Bobby, will do. Go home and get some rest, relax, smoke a blunt or whatever you do. Oh and call Sabrina, she asked about you. Guess I will see you later Vinny. You better change those clothes first, there's a shower right behind the office. Right, thanks man! Sure thing AC, don’t go killing people for free no more, Mr. Daz Dillinger, that could of been a $25,000 hit you egg head. Ha-ha. Vinny laughs at him. As long as no fool try and cross me, there want be any problems. Get out of here hero! Yeah I'm going, see you guys tomorrow then. Yeah alright, go home already! Brother you believe this guy? He's going to be a nut case, one of those PTSD soldiers, watch what I tell you!

He entered the lot, started walking towards his bike and the crime scene. Damn! I got blood on my rims and my dang seat. Reaching in to his back pocket for his bandanna, AC kneeled down to wipe off his rims. He scrubbed the spokes rigorously to remove the dry blood from the chrome, while looking down at his chrome wheels he caught a reflection of a camera mounted on the corner of the building. What the fuck! These grease balls have me on tape! He whispered softly under his breath, not to be too obvious. He mounted his 1500, started it up, and sped off as if nothing was wrong and thinking to himself. Man I really fucked up today, last night was awesome, got some new pussy, great weed, now this shit! Vinny and Bobby have me in a fucking corner; I aint even going out like that, them fools have to go. Fuck that! AC aint gonna be nobody's bitch. Time to get the homies together! This nigga aint going to the pen! The more he thought about it, the more upset he got. He hit the clutch and took his speed from 70 MPH to 115 MPH as the white lines begin to blur on the street and he sliced in and out of traffic making his way back to the Towers.

Night falls and Sin City is alive again, its 6:30pm, the air is humid and temperatures reached 95 degrees. He turns on to Desert Inn drive going towards the strip, up over the Vegas Skyline he could see the construction workers breaking down for the day as they try to complete the Stratosphere Tower at the North end of the strip. AC makes a right on to Las Vegas Blvd. into the night traffic of cruisers who ride the Blvd. every weekend to show off their 16 switches and candy painted rides. Asians, Mexicans, Brothers and White Boys try to show off each other with pancakes, side to side action and loud ass sound systems. AC slows up to a snail’s pace as he passes through the mayhem and hears a voice call out to him. Hey what’s up Coop! He sees a familiar face in the crowd. Hey what’s good Manny, I’m on the way to the Towers. What are you doing out here, are you off tonight? No, I'm coming in later on bro.; I'm just fucking around a little bit before I go in. Damn the girls are looking good! Look at them, their out tonight home boy, ooh yeah!

Manny grabs a lady by the arm as she passes by. Hey Baby! What's up with you? Nothing! She pulls away from him and keeps walking. Ha-Ha-Ha. AC laughs. You crazy man, I'll see you later when you get to work; oh, I need to holler at you too, call me when you get in. OK Coop, hey be careful, don’t hit the ladies with your bike bro.! Vroom-Vroom-Vroom. He burns out and a huge white cloud of smoke fills the air. Manny stands there shaking his head at him as the gravel starts to pop in the air from the spinning back tire. He takes off, weaves in and out of the moving car show and tourist traffic and makes it up the block to the Towers in one piece, parks his bike up front near the valet. How was your day Mr. Cooper? David I don’t even want to think about it, to tell you the truth, I wish I stayed in today. I just seen Manny on the strip cruising a few minutes ago, he got you working 12 hours tonight I see. Yeah, it’s my turn to pull 12; was he driving the 64? No he had the El Camino, candy black with 100 spokes. El Camino! I haven’t seen that one. Looks like he’s holding out on you Dave! It’s all good; I got something I’m working on. Oh yeah! What you got white boy? You’ll see in a few weeks during the Rebel car show. OK then, we’ll see. AC turns around and head in the building, hey park this for me will you? No problem, will you be coming back out tonight? Nope, I’m in for tonight, got a long day tomorrow. OK Mr. Cooper, have a good evening.