Joey Flash, La Societa and a man called Dewey.
Nov 3, 2014 12:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Joey Flash on Nov 3, 2014 12:23:26 GMT -5
James Harris was the head of door staff at La Societa. He didn't like his job. He didn’t hate it but he hated his boss. Good pay, decent enough prospects for someone who quit school at sixteen and most importantly, to him anyway, social status. Looking down at his new watch, which read 22:54 he gave a small sigh before smiling politely at an overweight man with a blond on his arm as he lifted the rope.
Around an hour of tedium later a silver BMW 6 Series Convertible glided into the small VIP car park situated at the left of the building. The boss was here. Oh how he hated this man.
Joey Flash stepped out of the car closing the door and glided toward the entrance. He felt Joey always walked with a casual air about him, much more self assured than almost anyone he'd ever met. It’s like time slowed down as he moved. He made you feel both comfortable but uneasy at the same time. A mercurial man to say the least.
Joey’s head pounded as he could hear the music from inside already, he just needed to get away from things for a while. La Societa. His takings had been much higher than he had ever expected from this place, the rewards of which he drove there this very eve. A good earner and a good cover. Walking to the entrance, he smiles broadly at the doorman, John?
James: Evening boss.
Joey: Hello John.
James: It’s James.
Joey: What did I say?
James: John.
Joey: Why did I call you John? Isn’t that your name?
James: No sir, James.
Joey: So what’s John, a nickname or some shit?
James: …
Joey: You doing okay? (looking around) There been any trouble?
James: No trouble at all. It's been a quiet evenin'
Joey: Alright my friend, keep up the good work.
James lifts the cord and Joey pats him on the shoulder as he enters. La Societá was a big place. three floors, two for separate entertainment, the lower floor to which you paid the compulsory entry fee of twenty bucks, most of the local community thought it too expensive and passed for cheaper nights but Joey's motto 'You get what you pay for' rang true here. Plus his thought was people often enjoy paying for a night out in a nice place, always helps with a little massage of your own ego and self-importance. The lower floor was a high class dance club once you get past the foyer you’re greeted with a 50 foot long bar stretched to your left as you come in, and five separate dance floors spotted around the large room.
The second floor was more...exclusive, identification and a fat wallet needed to get here. This floor was a lot more sparsely populated, however was exponentially more luxurious. It was considered more of a gentleman's club than a nightclub, you won’t find any DJ’s or dancing bimbo’s here. The main lounge area of the floor had five 72" TV screens on the walls, each with its adjoining sofa and three areas with a congregation of leather sofas for people to socialize. The main feature of the room was a 20 foot table along the middle, with room for 30 people to sit with cuisine is served on request. The patrons waited on hand and foot by loving waiters circulating the. Along the back of the room sat three separate rooms, each with solid oak door and no windows are often rented out by people in order for them to conduct their 'business', with no intrusions of course.
The third floor was Joey's floor. There were no stairs up to this floor like the others, but required you to take a lift there, accompanied by two bouncers of course. Once there, you came out to the fresh air into what Joey still called a lobby, but was in actuality, was more like a garden. With a paved area surrounded by lush foliage and flowers, it leads into a room with large, ornate skylights on the roof to a double mahogany door. Inside, it is as expected, pristine in both cleanliness and decoration. The walls to the left and right are covered in paintings, with a favour to landscape art. The farthest wall at the back can hardly be called wall, more like a library. Sat at the back of room is an imposing desk with a single chair behind it, at a perfect angle for viewing the security monitors for the club, mounted off the roof.
The concoction of smoke, sweat and beer hit Joey with an abruptness as he entered the ground floor. Almost immediately he is recognized by a group of thirty something women stood near the entrance. His attempts to get upstairs without recognition have ended pathetically at the first hurdle.
Joey: Ah hello ladies...
Within seconds he is surrounded by five of them, all pawing and stroking.
Joey: How about the next round on me
Winking at one of them, he walks over to the bar to a cacophony of screams and 'Oh my god’s. He clicks his fingers at the nearest barman and signals for drinks and then holds up five fingers.
Joey: Seeya later...
Booze always distracts the masses. He plants a kiss on the hand of the one closest, to the reception of yet more screams. Before hurriedly making his way towards the elevator just to the right of the entrance. Nodding to the bouncer that it's ok for him to open the doors. Just as he is about to walk through the opening elevator doors, he glimpses something that makes him hesitate.
Joey: Hold it for a sec.
Flash begins to walk, now without the hop in his step he usually has towards the upper of the five dance floors. Ignoring people who try to get his attention, he sees what he is looking for. A man. The man is sat down on one of the stools surrounding the floor, talking to a blond woman next to him with his back facing Flash. The man is overweight, and appears to be in his 50's, with an extremely haggard face, his thickly rimmed glasses half askew on his face hand in hand with his drunkenness. Joey taps him on the shoulder, the man wheels around to wonder who dare interrupt his fun. Seeing Joey, he stands up straight immediately causing him to knock his drink over the floor, turning round to quickly see the mess he made before looking back at Joey who is smiling broadly at him.
Joey: Long time no see Dewey my old friend
Dewey: Y-y-yesh Joey, n-nice to see you too!
Joey (turning to the lady): Mind if I borrow him for a minute doll?
Woman (bored): Be my guest
Joey: You're a star.
Joey leads Dewey away from the woman weaving through the mass of people to make his way back to the elevator. Joey, with his arm round Dewey approaches the bouncer once more.
Joey: Just taking a friend up for a drink, make sure we aren't disturbed.
Dewey: Yeahhhhhh, not disturbed (Laughing)
The elevator door opens up on the upper floor, and Flash's office, with the doors already open. They make their way through the archway of the entrance, and Joey makes his way over to the back of his desk before all but leaping onto his chair and smiling at Dewey.
Joey: Come on, Come on and take a seat.
Dewey smiles at this and pulls up one of the seats sat opposite the desk. Joey reaches under his desk and is heard opening a draw to which he pulls out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.
Joey: Drink?
Dewey: Can never have enough drink my friend!!!
See, the masses and their booze. Joey pours the wine into both glasses. Placing his nearly full glass back on the desk he looks up to find Dewey finished with his already.
Joey: Hey Hey, slow down a bit, i only got so much, you know? (Pouring another glass) So, how's life treating you, the wife and kids doin' ok?
Dewey: Yeahhhh man...Allison is growing up so fast. Did you know she's about to graduate high school already??
Joey: No kidding, they grow up so fast huh?
Dewey: So true, so true!!
Joey: On this subject, pardon my bluntness but have you got round to finding my money I lent you for her college fund?
Dewey fidgets a bit at these words.
Dewey: W-well not WITH me, uhm...I-i can give you half next week!
Flash nods his head at Dewey and smiles at him.
Joey: Yeah I know how it is, don't worry you can pay me back whenever you want.
Dewey relaxes at this and takes another long drink from his glass, finishing it in one gulp.
Dewey: Thanks for the drink, but i gotta get back to..uhm...my friend.
Flash stands up and motions to Dewey that he can leave.
Joey: Sure, no problem buddy.
Dewey laughs loudly ending with a belch before turning away from Joey and staggering towards the door. With a loud crash, Dewey sinks to his knees screaming in pain. The bottle of wine Dewey enjoyed so much is now half embedded in his skull. Joey regards the label of the half he still holds.
Joey: Ahh fucking hell Dewey why did I have to give you one of my expensive ones?
Rolling around on the floor blood seeping from the back of his head Joey is stood above him with the remaining piece of glass in his hand, his face as cold as ice. He kneels down next to Dewey and whispers to him.
Joey: Listen to me, you stupid old fuck. The money you owe was due last week, or did you forget?
Dewey struggles to speak, blood pouring down his face as he tries to crawl away.
Dewey: I-i-i...
Joey allows him to crawl a few feet before punching him solidly in the stomach, taking the wind out of him as well as the will to resist.
Joey: Shut the fuck up. Not only do you not pay when it is due, you have the audacity to come to MY club and spend MY money, not on your daughter, but on booze and a cheap whore. How do you answer for this, faggot?
Dewey: P-please...
Joey: Excuses won't give me my money. In return for your disrespect, your ignorance and foremost your lack of money, I expect the money fully paid tomorrow, with two stacks penance for your transgression.
Dewey: Oh God (snot running from his nose into his mouth as he chokes his words), I can't raise that kind of cash, you know I can’t!!!
Flash uses the piece of glass he has in his hand and pierces into the left cheekbone of Dewey, to his screams. Dewey is now almost motionless in a fetal position on the floor.
Joey: Now. The money tomorrow, IN FULL or your daughter might not be seeing her daddy at graduation day. Hmm, maybe I'll be waiting for her prom night to pay her a visit myself, I mean shit might as well get my money's worth.
Flash looks down at Dewey, who has released his bladder with the pain and fright and smiles his normal, carefree smile once more. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs Dewey’s forehead clean of blood.
Joey: There there.
He kisses Dewey on the forehead before unleashing a kick straight into his abdomen. Dewey could no longer scream. Joey drops the handkerchief on Dewey’s prone body.
Joey: Clean yourself up, you look unsightly.
With that Joey put his hands in his pockets and simply walked away without as much as a second glance at the man whose life, well-being and future was in tatters. Joey smiled a broad and toothy smile as he whistled his way into the elevator back to the club. The night was yet young.
Around an hour of tedium later a silver BMW 6 Series Convertible glided into the small VIP car park situated at the left of the building. The boss was here. Oh how he hated this man.
Joey Flash stepped out of the car closing the door and glided toward the entrance. He felt Joey always walked with a casual air about him, much more self assured than almost anyone he'd ever met. It’s like time slowed down as he moved. He made you feel both comfortable but uneasy at the same time. A mercurial man to say the least.
Joey’s head pounded as he could hear the music from inside already, he just needed to get away from things for a while. La Societa. His takings had been much higher than he had ever expected from this place, the rewards of which he drove there this very eve. A good earner and a good cover. Walking to the entrance, he smiles broadly at the doorman, John?
James: Evening boss.
Joey: Hello John.
James: It’s James.
Joey: What did I say?
James: John.
Joey: Why did I call you John? Isn’t that your name?
James: No sir, James.
Joey: So what’s John, a nickname or some shit?
James: …
Joey: You doing okay? (looking around) There been any trouble?
James: No trouble at all. It's been a quiet evenin'
Joey: Alright my friend, keep up the good work.
James lifts the cord and Joey pats him on the shoulder as he enters. La Societá was a big place. three floors, two for separate entertainment, the lower floor to which you paid the compulsory entry fee of twenty bucks, most of the local community thought it too expensive and passed for cheaper nights but Joey's motto 'You get what you pay for' rang true here. Plus his thought was people often enjoy paying for a night out in a nice place, always helps with a little massage of your own ego and self-importance. The lower floor was a high class dance club once you get past the foyer you’re greeted with a 50 foot long bar stretched to your left as you come in, and five separate dance floors spotted around the large room.
The second floor was more...exclusive, identification and a fat wallet needed to get here. This floor was a lot more sparsely populated, however was exponentially more luxurious. It was considered more of a gentleman's club than a nightclub, you won’t find any DJ’s or dancing bimbo’s here. The main lounge area of the floor had five 72" TV screens on the walls, each with its adjoining sofa and three areas with a congregation of leather sofas for people to socialize. The main feature of the room was a 20 foot table along the middle, with room for 30 people to sit with cuisine is served on request. The patrons waited on hand and foot by loving waiters circulating the. Along the back of the room sat three separate rooms, each with solid oak door and no windows are often rented out by people in order for them to conduct their 'business', with no intrusions of course.
The third floor was Joey's floor. There were no stairs up to this floor like the others, but required you to take a lift there, accompanied by two bouncers of course. Once there, you came out to the fresh air into what Joey still called a lobby, but was in actuality, was more like a garden. With a paved area surrounded by lush foliage and flowers, it leads into a room with large, ornate skylights on the roof to a double mahogany door. Inside, it is as expected, pristine in both cleanliness and decoration. The walls to the left and right are covered in paintings, with a favour to landscape art. The farthest wall at the back can hardly be called wall, more like a library. Sat at the back of room is an imposing desk with a single chair behind it, at a perfect angle for viewing the security monitors for the club, mounted off the roof.
The concoction of smoke, sweat and beer hit Joey with an abruptness as he entered the ground floor. Almost immediately he is recognized by a group of thirty something women stood near the entrance. His attempts to get upstairs without recognition have ended pathetically at the first hurdle.
Joey: Ah hello ladies...
Within seconds he is surrounded by five of them, all pawing and stroking.
Joey: How about the next round on me
Winking at one of them, he walks over to the bar to a cacophony of screams and 'Oh my god’s. He clicks his fingers at the nearest barman and signals for drinks and then holds up five fingers.
Joey: Seeya later...
Booze always distracts the masses. He plants a kiss on the hand of the one closest, to the reception of yet more screams. Before hurriedly making his way towards the elevator just to the right of the entrance. Nodding to the bouncer that it's ok for him to open the doors. Just as he is about to walk through the opening elevator doors, he glimpses something that makes him hesitate.
Joey: Hold it for a sec.
Flash begins to walk, now without the hop in his step he usually has towards the upper of the five dance floors. Ignoring people who try to get his attention, he sees what he is looking for. A man. The man is sat down on one of the stools surrounding the floor, talking to a blond woman next to him with his back facing Flash. The man is overweight, and appears to be in his 50's, with an extremely haggard face, his thickly rimmed glasses half askew on his face hand in hand with his drunkenness. Joey taps him on the shoulder, the man wheels around to wonder who dare interrupt his fun. Seeing Joey, he stands up straight immediately causing him to knock his drink over the floor, turning round to quickly see the mess he made before looking back at Joey who is smiling broadly at him.
Joey: Long time no see Dewey my old friend
Dewey: Y-y-yesh Joey, n-nice to see you too!
Joey (turning to the lady): Mind if I borrow him for a minute doll?
Woman (bored): Be my guest
Joey: You're a star.
Joey leads Dewey away from the woman weaving through the mass of people to make his way back to the elevator. Joey, with his arm round Dewey approaches the bouncer once more.
Joey: Just taking a friend up for a drink, make sure we aren't disturbed.
Dewey: Yeahhhhhh, not disturbed (Laughing)
The elevator door opens up on the upper floor, and Flash's office, with the doors already open. They make their way through the archway of the entrance, and Joey makes his way over to the back of his desk before all but leaping onto his chair and smiling at Dewey.
Joey: Come on, Come on and take a seat.
Dewey smiles at this and pulls up one of the seats sat opposite the desk. Joey reaches under his desk and is heard opening a draw to which he pulls out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.
Joey: Drink?
Dewey: Can never have enough drink my friend!!!
See, the masses and their booze. Joey pours the wine into both glasses. Placing his nearly full glass back on the desk he looks up to find Dewey finished with his already.
Joey: Hey Hey, slow down a bit, i only got so much, you know? (Pouring another glass) So, how's life treating you, the wife and kids doin' ok?
Dewey: Yeahhhh man...Allison is growing up so fast. Did you know she's about to graduate high school already??
Joey: No kidding, they grow up so fast huh?
Dewey: So true, so true!!
Joey: On this subject, pardon my bluntness but have you got round to finding my money I lent you for her college fund?
Dewey fidgets a bit at these words.
Dewey: W-well not WITH me, uhm...I-i can give you half next week!
Flash nods his head at Dewey and smiles at him.
Joey: Yeah I know how it is, don't worry you can pay me back whenever you want.
Dewey relaxes at this and takes another long drink from his glass, finishing it in one gulp.
Dewey: Thanks for the drink, but i gotta get back to..uhm...my friend.
Flash stands up and motions to Dewey that he can leave.
Joey: Sure, no problem buddy.
Dewey laughs loudly ending with a belch before turning away from Joey and staggering towards the door. With a loud crash, Dewey sinks to his knees screaming in pain. The bottle of wine Dewey enjoyed so much is now half embedded in his skull. Joey regards the label of the half he still holds.
Joey: Ahh fucking hell Dewey why did I have to give you one of my expensive ones?
Rolling around on the floor blood seeping from the back of his head Joey is stood above him with the remaining piece of glass in his hand, his face as cold as ice. He kneels down next to Dewey and whispers to him.
Joey: Listen to me, you stupid old fuck. The money you owe was due last week, or did you forget?
Dewey struggles to speak, blood pouring down his face as he tries to crawl away.
Dewey: I-i-i...
Joey allows him to crawl a few feet before punching him solidly in the stomach, taking the wind out of him as well as the will to resist.
Joey: Shut the fuck up. Not only do you not pay when it is due, you have the audacity to come to MY club and spend MY money, not on your daughter, but on booze and a cheap whore. How do you answer for this, faggot?
Dewey: P-please...
Joey: Excuses won't give me my money. In return for your disrespect, your ignorance and foremost your lack of money, I expect the money fully paid tomorrow, with two stacks penance for your transgression.
Dewey: Oh God (snot running from his nose into his mouth as he chokes his words), I can't raise that kind of cash, you know I can’t!!!
Flash uses the piece of glass he has in his hand and pierces into the left cheekbone of Dewey, to his screams. Dewey is now almost motionless in a fetal position on the floor.
Joey: Now. The money tomorrow, IN FULL or your daughter might not be seeing her daddy at graduation day. Hmm, maybe I'll be waiting for her prom night to pay her a visit myself, I mean shit might as well get my money's worth.
Flash looks down at Dewey, who has released his bladder with the pain and fright and smiles his normal, carefree smile once more. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs Dewey’s forehead clean of blood.
Joey: There there.
He kisses Dewey on the forehead before unleashing a kick straight into his abdomen. Dewey could no longer scream. Joey drops the handkerchief on Dewey’s prone body.
Joey: Clean yourself up, you look unsightly.
With that Joey put his hands in his pockets and simply walked away without as much as a second glance at the man whose life, well-being and future was in tatters. Joey smiled a broad and toothy smile as he whistled his way into the elevator back to the club. The night was yet young.
