10-26-2020, 01:15 PM
OK, I woke up today with all this change burning a hole in my pocket.
So picking it up from here:
Orville sat in his dilapidated automobile at the end of the street as he watched Johnny and
the fine Detective disappear around the corner. He quickly threw open his door to confront
the situation. Mitchell Mahoney peered from the alleyway across the street. In seconds, Orville
was in his face.
"You have failed me. Utterly and completely" he said.
Mahoney charged in, "You saw the whole thing, the broad took a spill. How's that my fault?"
"I should have never trusted a two-bit drunk" Orville continued.
"Hey, you came to ME, pal, if it weren't for going down you'd have her in your trunk right now!" cried Mahoney.
Orville stood in silence, pondering his options, which were few.
"Wait here! You wait here!" he demanded.
Mahoney receded back into the shade of the alley as Orville walked briskly up the street to where
Delia had fallen. He scours the scene for the chip he knew would've been displaced from the broken
high heel. His frustration growing.
"Damnable lack of light!" he shouted while working his way in an ever-shrinking circle.
Finally, the tiny glistening flicker of technology caught his eye. He bent down to collect it and hurriedly
made his way back to the alley.
"Did you find it?" Mahoney asked.
"Find what?" Orville questioned indignantly.
"Whatever you was lookin' for" Mahoney offered.
Orville became more unhinged every second in his presence.
"I suppose you'll want payment now?" Orville posited.
"Ya damn right I want my money! Not my fault the stupid bitch tried to run in heels!" he blathered.
Taking great umbrage in the drunks choice of words, Orville decided upon an alternate means
of compensation. Reaching into his pocket removing a small metal cylinder.
"As you wish, good sir" he said with delight before plunging the slim silver object into Mahoney's neck.
There was little fight, a couple breathy gasps and Mahoney fell to the alleyway floor. Orville stood over
him long enough to ensure that the magic had taken hold. The small-time hood was now in forever sleep.
"Good riddance" whispered Orville as he faded into the darkness.
"We've been walking for blocks now, is there a plan?" asked a flustered Delicato.
Johnny looked over at her, appreciating her disheveled beauty before answering.
"Up ahead, there's a coffee shop" he said.
"Well I guess that beats more sidewalk" Delicato sniped.
They reached the small diner which was situated on the corner with windows wrapping around
the building. Johnny opened and held the door for Delia. She paused with the tiniest smile before
entering. They find a booth in the corner and are seated.
So picking it up from here:
Quote:They walked side by side up the middle of the empty street in silence.
Orville sat in his dilapidated automobile at the end of the street as he watched Johnny and
the fine Detective disappear around the corner. He quickly threw open his door to confront
the situation. Mitchell Mahoney peered from the alleyway across the street. In seconds, Orville
was in his face.
"You have failed me. Utterly and completely" he said.
Mahoney charged in, "You saw the whole thing, the broad took a spill. How's that my fault?"
"I should have never trusted a two-bit drunk" Orville continued.
"Hey, you came to ME, pal, if it weren't for going down you'd have her in your trunk right now!" cried Mahoney.
Orville stood in silence, pondering his options, which were few.
"Wait here! You wait here!" he demanded.
Mahoney receded back into the shade of the alley as Orville walked briskly up the street to where
Delia had fallen. He scours the scene for the chip he knew would've been displaced from the broken
high heel. His frustration growing.
"Damnable lack of light!" he shouted while working his way in an ever-shrinking circle.
Finally, the tiny glistening flicker of technology caught his eye. He bent down to collect it and hurriedly
made his way back to the alley.
"Did you find it?" Mahoney asked.
"Find what?" Orville questioned indignantly.
"Whatever you was lookin' for" Mahoney offered.
Orville became more unhinged every second in his presence.
"I suppose you'll want payment now?" Orville posited.
"Ya damn right I want my money! Not my fault the stupid bitch tried to run in heels!" he blathered.
Taking great umbrage in the drunks choice of words, Orville decided upon an alternate means
of compensation. Reaching into his pocket removing a small metal cylinder.
"As you wish, good sir" he said with delight before plunging the slim silver object into Mahoney's neck.
There was little fight, a couple breathy gasps and Mahoney fell to the alleyway floor. Orville stood over
him long enough to ensure that the magic had taken hold. The small-time hood was now in forever sleep.
"Good riddance" whispered Orville as he faded into the darkness.
"We've been walking for blocks now, is there a plan?" asked a flustered Delicato.
Johnny looked over at her, appreciating her disheveled beauty before answering.
"Up ahead, there's a coffee shop" he said.
"Well I guess that beats more sidewalk" Delicato sniped.
They reached the small diner which was situated on the corner with windows wrapping around
the building. Johnny opened and held the door for Delia. She paused with the tiniest smile before
entering. They find a booth in the corner and are seated.
