the bar lights set low. cigar smoke curled in slow spirals, drifting toward the ceiling fan. amber bulbs hummed above the bar counter casting long shadows across the floor. the bar is empty of patrons. Jimmy wipes down the counter.
that's when they walked in.
2 men in suits. not flashy. not loud.
Jimmy had heard dozens of stories about him. t-borg was a Hungarian freedom fighter, broad and scared, dangerous in a way that didn't need explaining. the other man in the grey suit never talks, just smiles as if he knew every possible ending already.
the men in suits have come to speak with the grandfather but have business with Jimmy.
the grandfather nodded at the men. they nodded back. Grandpa walks through as if he owns the bar. he is doing someone a favor.
Jimmy has somewhere to be---Jersey City, turns to leave.
"easy," T-borg said, voice low, almost gentle, wraps his arms around Jimmy, wrestles, but it's more of a hug. "you don't **** with these guys, jimmy, you don't **** with them."
the other man just smiles.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
the bar lights set low. cigar smoke curled in slow spirals, drifting toward the ceiling fan. amber bulbs hummed above the bar counter casting long shadows across the floor. the bar is empty of patrons. Jimmy wipes down the counter.
that's when they walked in.
2 men in suits. not flashy. not loud.
Jimmy had heard dozens of stories about him. t-borg was a Hungarian freedom fighter, broad and scared, dangerous in a way that didn't need explaining. the other man in the grey suit never talks, just smiles as if he knew every possible ending already.
the men in suits have come to speak with the grandfather but have business with Jimmy.
the grandfather nodded at the men. they nodded back. Grandpa walks through as if he owns the bar. he is doing someone a favor.
Jimmy has somewhere to be---Jersey City, turns to leave.
"easy," T-borg said, voice low, almost gentle, wraps his arms around Jimmy, wrestles, but it's more of a hug. "you don't **** with these guys, jimmy, you don't **** with them."
the other man just smiles.
this is one of the many writings, I wasn't satisfied with and I sent it to "private." a partial rewrite...
