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Post by Carhartt on Feb 21, 2007 10:56:24 GMT -5
Dan parked the big ol'Ford and opened his door and shut the door with the keys in his hands and not locking it. The windows were down too. If someone stole it Dan would find them. This was a rare truck. The license said "Redneck". Dan slowy stopped looking back to the other two and walked in. Everyone looked and saw it was Dan and smiled and a couple old buddies, nothing special like ANdy but old pals he use to race against and have a few parties replied,
[Long time no drink, huh Dan?]
Dan smiled and laughed under his black cowboy hat as he waited for the other two and walked to the bar stool and sat down with two other seats next to him for Andy and Matt. The bartender looked at Dan when Dan replied,
[Jack Daniels and keep them coming.] |
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Post by wildthing on Feb 25, 2007 21:20:02 GMT -5
Andy climbed out of the passenger side as Matt hopped out of the back of the truck. His hair was a little windblown so he ran a hand through it and settled his cream colored Stetson on his head. This was an old hangout for Andy, but this was the first time Matt had been in this particular bar. They both joined Dan at the bar. Andy greeted a few old friends and grabbed one of the bottles placed in front of them. "Just like old times huh?"
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 27, 2007 13:31:25 GMT -5
Dan sighed and let a smirk. He heard a couple curses behind them and a guy punched a guy out and he hit the floor out cold. Dan smirked and replied with his deep southern draw and replied,
He smiled at Andy and laughed at the yet. Dan kind of had the idea that Matt was probably scared or something with Dan knowing that Dan knew he almost knocked his 17 year old neice who was pracitcally his daughter.... That wasn't something to good. He drank down the JD and the bartender poured him another one. Dan smiled at the boys and replied,
[Time to party boys!] |
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Post by wildthing on Feb 27, 2007 19:02:40 GMT -5
Andy watched with little interest as the guy hit the floor. No one he knew and not an unusual event. He took a sip of his beer. If he decided to do any heavy drinking here tonight, it wouldn't be beer. He'd developed a taste for Jose Cuervo. That stuff packed a punch. "Believe it or not, it's been a little while since I've had a wild night. A whole two weeks I think. The boys were all a little excited after the checks at Amarillo." That had been a top night, one he didn't remember all of, but the parts that weren't blurry had been excellent.
Matt wasn't particularly uneasy, he just tended to avoid such places. Occasionally he went to a bar with the boys, but he wasn't much of a heavy drinker. Dan's comment annoyed him. He wasn't afraid of his boss, he just had a healthy respect for any mad cowboy who owned a shotgun. He just grunted. Andy was a little wild, but the guy was more his type. Friendly, easy going, maybe a little too carefree.
Andy laughed at Dan's comment and grinned at Matt. "Don't let the old man scare ya. He's a lot of talk, but just wait until he gets a few beers under his belt." He rolled his eyes at Dan's comment about partying. It had obviously been too long since Dan had just let loose. "I ain't gonna dance with you."
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 27, 2007 21:22:52 GMT -5
Dan smiled at Matt then stopped at Andy's comment. Dan placed a boot on his stool and slowly laughed a mysterious laugh as he took a sip of beer. He looked at Mat then to Andy and pushed the bar stool with his boot to tip it over hoping to topple over his "best friend" as he replied,
[No way in hell, I'll stay with the cowgirls.]
He smiled as he took another drink down and smiled at bartender and looked at the JD fill in the Small shot glass as the light brown liquid filled to the top and moved lightly spilling as Dan shoved it down.... He knew he was going to regret this in the morning. |
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Post by wildthing on Feb 27, 2007 21:35:46 GMT -5
Andy wasn't expecting Dan's next move, but he should have been. He toppled backwards, landing on the floor with a grunt. For a second, it flitted across his mind to come up swinging, but he figured it was a little early in the evening for that. Instead, he got up slowly and rolled his eyes, downing the rest of his tequila. "And what cowgirl would have you when they've got me around instead?" Matt laughed. Andy seemed like a pretty cool guy. Matt sipped at his beer and watched the two old time buddies with amusement.
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 27, 2007 21:40:59 GMT -5
Dan laughed with his amazing blue optics rolling at the snide comment. He wished..... Slowly Dan moved in the bar stool and swoshed down the JD and replied,
[What ever Andy, you keep thinknig that. I just don't throw myself at them.]
He smiled at his perty rude comment that was harmless. He knew Andy wouldn't get angry. He lightly looked at Matt and smiled lightly as he thought a second for a moment and relized something.........
Dan wasn't gonna get mad if he was he was going to laugh at that.... It would be funny to know Matt actualy was there and Trixie did a pretty good job lying through her teeth and him staying quite. |
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Post by wildthing on Feb 27, 2007 22:07:32 GMT -5
Andy settled back on his stool, getting a refill for his Jose Cuervo. He gave Dan a cocky grin. "Throw myself at them? I never have to do that. They come to me." And that was mostly true. With his good looks and easy charm, finding dates was no difficulty for Andy.
Matt raised an eyebrow at the quick turn around of topics. "Yeah, I was. She was worried I was gonna get shot, so I ducked into the shadows." He was a little tired of this topic. His relationship with Trixie was his business.
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 27, 2007 22:42:53 GMT -5
Dan laughed at Matt. He knew it as he looked at Andy and laughed as he stopped and the bartender was getting annoyed of the retarded redneck getting drunk or already hammered. Dan drank it down as he watched a girl walk by not interested. She smiled sweetly at him as he just smirked at her not seeing anything in her. She was hot though.... and she looke at Dan with that kind of look which ment something.... But Dan just turned and drank another JD as he caughed and laughed at himself as he took his black cowboy hat off then scratched his head then placed it back on and sighed looking at the JD. |
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Post by wildthing on Feb 27, 2007 22:52:38 GMT -5
Andy was tired of sitting and chatting. He could do that at home with his parents. He slapped Matt on the shoulder and slid off his stool. "Get your a.ss kicked in a game of pool?" Matt set down his beer and grinned. He was no good at the game, but trash talking he could do. "Naw, but I'll kick yours." Andy ambled over towards the tables, grinning at Dan. "You didn't have to throw yourself either I see. Why be boring? Your wild tonigt remember."
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 27, 2007 23:14:01 GMT -5
Dan looked up after wandering into the JD about a certain girl that was wroking on the ranch for him as he looked up a little dazed and replied,
[What? oh, yah naw, I aint in that mood right now. I think I'll just stay here you guys go play pool.]
Dan stayed as he turned back to the Jd and bartender as he sighed and drank down another shot. After about ten minutes a couple drunk rednecks left and new ones came in. Dan was thinknig about Elizabeth and everything that was going on in his s.hity life. Suddenly a fight was held out and it was a couple of guys that Dan knew against some big biker guys passing through. They called to Dan to join but Dan just chuckled and shook his head.
Well Dan wasn't untill out of no where his hand was knocked and his JD spilt on the front of himself. Dan stood up and the stool fell on the ground. Dan turned around and threw an angry half drunk punch at the guy who spilt his beer. It colided with......... a 6'9" tall huge a.ss biker's face. Dan looked up at this massive guy.
Dan wasn't to small himself standing at 6'3" but this guy was kinda fat but had a jam back full of muscle and taller. Dan smiled weakly and the biker picked Dan up by his shirt then thrown over the bar and crashed into glass as it shattered. The biker luaghed to his buddies as he was looking to the left. A rough hand touched the top of the bar counter and Dan pulled himself up and stepped on the bar and then standing on it he lounged jumping on the biker with his arms rapped around his throat. The fight was on! |
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Post by wildthing on Mar 5, 2007 23:05:03 GMT -5
Andy shook his head in feigned disgust as he followed Matt to the table. "Old man grew up on me and turned all proper. Can't even get a nice sedate game of pool out of him." Matt just laughed as he racked up the balls.
The game ended quickly when Matt mishit and sent the eight ball in a little too early. He groaned and handed Andy five bucks. They were setting up another game when a ruckus caught their attention. Andy was a little surprised to see that Dan was right in the thick of things. It looked like he'd tangled with a nasty bunch of boys and Andy really hadn't had enough alcohol yet to be gunho about joining in. Matt had had enough fighting for one evening and wasn't sure that Dan would mind landing a few punches on him if he did enter the fray. They started another game, keeping an eye on the fracas. Andy decided he would only join in if it got real uneven looking.
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Post by Carhartt on Mar 6, 2007 1:31:54 GMT -5
The biker felt Dan tackle him as he ran into a bar pole that kept the bar standing and the biker grabbed Dan's arm and thrw him side ways. Dan flew hitting a bar table as it shattered. Dan was drunk and now pissed as he slowly staggered standing up. Standing up he wiped the blood that dripped from his mouth as he lunged at the fat biker. The bar fight got worse as more things broke and more things got hecktic. Dan soon found out three aginst one wasn't good. Dan didn't care his so called friend wasn't helping they could get a ride home from some one else.
Minutes passed as the fight went on and Dan was thrown against the wall as Dan fell to the ground and the neon sign fell and shattered on his shoulder as he covered his head. Drunk but still smart. Kinda..... He stood up and grabbed a pool stick.... He was ready for a real fight..... |
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Post by wildthing on Mar 6, 2007 11:54:12 GMT -5
It hadn't been three against one to start with, Dan's other friends had been the ones to start the initial fight. Andy sank the eight ball in a corner pocket to win again. Matt sighed and handed over another five bucks. "Things are gettin' a little hectic, think he could use a hand?" Andy leaned against the pool table and watched the fracas that was quickly turning ugly. Andy leaned the pool stick against the wall and headed over to the bar. He grabbed a forgotten Jack Daniels and took a sip before crashing it down on a biker's head. The guy sank to the ground, out cold. When things got this crazy, Andy had no compunctions about playing dirty. One down, two to go. Matt had waded in and was trading punches with another one of the guys. He was giving about as good as he got. Andy considered stepping in to help, but the odds were even now.
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