Why Mike? The story of Mystery, Murder and a Friendly Neighborhood 7-11, chapter 4
* At Diannello's Bar and Club*
Ani took a sip of margarita, swirling the rest in the glass. Adie was leaning forward intently, gazing at the male stripper. Claudia was laying on the seat, her eyes closed and a ten dollar bill in her hand. Adie looked at her two best buds and sighed. Both were too drunk to drive and Adie was the only one basically sober. She took Claudia by the hand and snatched Ani's margarita.
"Hey! I was drinking that!" Ani reached for the glass.
"No," Adrienne said firmly, holding it just out of reach. "We're leaving."
" No Adie," Claudia whined from her seat. " I wanna stay."
Adie dragged the two up and pulled them to the car.
***
Bille and Tre stood in the lot, looking around.
"Mike!"
"Pritch!" Tre frowned.
"Mike!"
"Billie, I don't think he's here?"
"Mike? Not here!? NO!" Billie was shaking all over now, his face turning redder and redder as a panic attack came on. Tre held him by the shoulders and sat him down on the curb.
"It's okay Billie. It's okay!" He exclaimed as several tears dripped onto Billie's white T-shirt.
"No!" Billie sobbed, "No, no, NO!" Billie broke down crying.
Tre sat next to him, plopping the bag of goodies onto the ground.
"We'll find him. Don't worry."
Billie sniffled and looked into Tre's eyes.
"I love you, man," he whimpered.
Tre made a face.
"Ew. That's absolutely sick! You're married!"
Billie started to laugh.
"I didn't really mean it."
*Somewhere in a warehouse*
Mike groggily awoke, a slight headache coming over him.
"Where- Where am I?" he asked sleepily.
"Nowhere in particular," a voice answered, clearly amused by this situation.
"Who are you?" He tried to sit up, but found he was bound to a couch with electrician's tape.
"Your worst nightmare." The vague shape of a gun was pointed into his face.
Ani took a sip of margarita, swirling the rest in the glass. Adie was leaning forward intently, gazing at the male stripper. Claudia was laying on the seat, her eyes closed and a ten dollar bill in her hand. Adie looked at her two best buds and sighed. Both were too drunk to drive and Adie was the only one basically sober. She took Claudia by the hand and snatched Ani's margarita.
"Hey! I was drinking that!" Ani reached for the glass.
"No," Adrienne said firmly, holding it just out of reach. "We're leaving."
" No Adie," Claudia whined from her seat. " I wanna stay."
Adie dragged the two up and pulled them to the car.
***
Bille and Tre stood in the lot, looking around.
"Mike!"
"Pritch!" Tre frowned.
"Mike!"
"Billie, I don't think he's here?"
"Mike? Not here!? NO!" Billie was shaking all over now, his face turning redder and redder as a panic attack came on. Tre held him by the shoulders and sat him down on the curb.
"It's okay Billie. It's okay!" He exclaimed as several tears dripped onto Billie's white T-shirt.
"No!" Billie sobbed, "No, no, NO!" Billie broke down crying.
Tre sat next to him, plopping the bag of goodies onto the ground.
"We'll find him. Don't worry."
Billie sniffled and looked into Tre's eyes.
"I love you, man," he whimpered.
Tre made a face.
"Ew. That's absolutely sick! You're married!"
Billie started to laugh.
"I didn't really mean it."
*Somewhere in a warehouse*
Mike groggily awoke, a slight headache coming over him.
"Where- Where am I?" he asked sleepily.
"Nowhere in particular," a voice answered, clearly amused by this situation.
"Who are you?" He tried to sit up, but found he was bound to a couch with electrician's tape.
"Your worst nightmare." The vague shape of a gun was pointed into his face.
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