Post by slarvainian on Dec 4, 2017 0:57:41 GMT -5
Seven Years Ago
Kai Sinclair sulked through the door of the NB&G. The bartender noticed the young adolescent enter through the doorway and sighed. Kai’s eyes were blocked by his shaggy grey brown as he approached the bar, his hands shoved into the depths of his white lab coat’s side pockets. A blue backpack weighed down his shoulders.
Kai plopped himself down at a stool and without looking up grunted, “A drink please, something hard.”
“You got an I.D on you?” the bartender asked doubtfully.
“I’m of age.” Kai muttered.
“Right,” the bartender responded, drawing out the ‘I’, “You can’t be in here kid. Let’s just make this easy and have you walk out the same way you came in.”
“Give me a drink.” Kai commanded as he pulled a hand out of his pocket and smacked a hundred dollar bill on the table, “I’m not in the mood for formalities or discussion.”
The bartender leaned forward rested his forearm on the bar top, “No amount of money is going to convince me to risk losing my job and the livelihood of my employer.”
Kai looked up and his eyes came into view. They looked sullied and void of life and energy. He smiled and let out a sharp, “Heh”.
“Seriously kid, get out.” The bartender said, “I don’t want this to become a problem, but you’re not helping things.”
“Well then take the fucking money and get me a drink.” Kai responded, his smile had become a smirk and bitterness had entered his eyes.
“O.K then.” Replied the bartender and the he called out to his server working the rest of the floor, “Hey Sam do you think you could see if Officer Resnick is still hanging around outside.”
“There’s no need for that I just want a fucking drink!” Kai yelled slamming his fist onto the bar top.
“Calm down.” Replied the bartender.
“No! Fuck you! Fuck this!”
“Calm down.”
“Give me a fucking break!”
“Get out-“
“No fuck you!"
“Get out-“
And the two continued back and forth until a nasally voice called out from behind Kai, “Foul language will foul the spirit.”
Kai whipped around to see the lanky slouched figure of a man dressed in a police uniform. His arms were shoved and resting in between his chest and Kevlar vest which contorted the words ‘Officer Resnick’. His stature accompanied the rest of his, unusual appearance. His blue brimmed police hat sat sort of tilted on a bush of messy red hair. His utility belt appeared to be a notch to lose which caused the side with his holster and gun to sag a bit down his thigh.
Officer Resnick approached the two at the bar and inquired “Well isn’t this deja vu. What seems to be the issue here?”
“I just want some service.” Kai muttered looking away from the office who stood to his left.
“Officer Resnick this kid came in here, asked for a drink, I asked for his I.D and he refused to show me it. I asked him to leave and he refused and then started yelling and cussing at me when I asked for Sam to go find you.”
“I see.” Officer Resnick responded, his eyes locked onto Kai’s face, “Hmmm. Not having a good night are we, kid?” Officer Resnick directed at Kai.
Kai’s gaze continued to be locked away from him.
“I guess that’s a yes.” Officer Resnick concluded, “Well before I do anything here, how about a name kid? That way I can stop calling you kid, it feels dehumanizing.”
“Kai.” Kai responded reluctantly.
“O.K Kai I’ll tell you what, why don’t we make everyone happy here.”
“You’re not suggesting I sell him alcohol?” the bartender exclaimed.
“Nah of course not. I will get him off your main floor though and in return, you’ll get us some service.”
“Well-well how do you plan on accomplishing that?” the bartender stuttered.
“It’s Tuesday night. You have private rooms available. We’ll have a coke each. Ice Kai?”
Kai remained silent.
Officer Resnick sighed, “O.K, I know what you want me to do. You want me to rough you up a bit as I drag you out of here. Pain only wants Pain’s company. I don’t want to do that though and I know what you really don’t want is to have to deal with whoever is responsible for you coming and picking you up from the station for trying to buy alcohol underage. Humour me and we’ll see about avoiding that.”
The three were silent for a couple seconds till Kai finally responded “With ice.”
Officer Resnick smiled, “Two cokes with ice.” He said to the bartender.
To be continued...
Kai Sinclair sulked through the door of the NB&G. The bartender noticed the young adolescent enter through the doorway and sighed. Kai’s eyes were blocked by his shaggy grey brown as he approached the bar, his hands shoved into the depths of his white lab coat’s side pockets. A blue backpack weighed down his shoulders.
Kai plopped himself down at a stool and without looking up grunted, “A drink please, something hard.”
“You got an I.D on you?” the bartender asked doubtfully.
“I’m of age.” Kai muttered.
“Right,” the bartender responded, drawing out the ‘I’, “You can’t be in here kid. Let’s just make this easy and have you walk out the same way you came in.”
“Give me a drink.” Kai commanded as he pulled a hand out of his pocket and smacked a hundred dollar bill on the table, “I’m not in the mood for formalities or discussion.”
The bartender leaned forward rested his forearm on the bar top, “No amount of money is going to convince me to risk losing my job and the livelihood of my employer.”
Kai looked up and his eyes came into view. They looked sullied and void of life and energy. He smiled and let out a sharp, “Heh”.
“Seriously kid, get out.” The bartender said, “I don’t want this to become a problem, but you’re not helping things.”
“Well then take the fucking money and get me a drink.” Kai responded, his smile had become a smirk and bitterness had entered his eyes.
“O.K then.” Replied the bartender and the he called out to his server working the rest of the floor, “Hey Sam do you think you could see if Officer Resnick is still hanging around outside.”
“There’s no need for that I just want a fucking drink!” Kai yelled slamming his fist onto the bar top.
“Calm down.” Replied the bartender.
“No! Fuck you! Fuck this!”
“Calm down.”
“Give me a fucking break!”
“Get out-“
“No fuck you!"
“Get out-“
And the two continued back and forth until a nasally voice called out from behind Kai, “Foul language will foul the spirit.”
Kai whipped around to see the lanky slouched figure of a man dressed in a police uniform. His arms were shoved and resting in between his chest and Kevlar vest which contorted the words ‘Officer Resnick’. His stature accompanied the rest of his, unusual appearance. His blue brimmed police hat sat sort of tilted on a bush of messy red hair. His utility belt appeared to be a notch to lose which caused the side with his holster and gun to sag a bit down his thigh.
Officer Resnick approached the two at the bar and inquired “Well isn’t this deja vu. What seems to be the issue here?”
“I just want some service.” Kai muttered looking away from the office who stood to his left.
“Officer Resnick this kid came in here, asked for a drink, I asked for his I.D and he refused to show me it. I asked him to leave and he refused and then started yelling and cussing at me when I asked for Sam to go find you.”
“I see.” Officer Resnick responded, his eyes locked onto Kai’s face, “Hmmm. Not having a good night are we, kid?” Officer Resnick directed at Kai.
Kai’s gaze continued to be locked away from him.
“I guess that’s a yes.” Officer Resnick concluded, “Well before I do anything here, how about a name kid? That way I can stop calling you kid, it feels dehumanizing.”
“Kai.” Kai responded reluctantly.
“O.K Kai I’ll tell you what, why don’t we make everyone happy here.”
“You’re not suggesting I sell him alcohol?” the bartender exclaimed.
“Nah of course not. I will get him off your main floor though and in return, you’ll get us some service.”
“Well-well how do you plan on accomplishing that?” the bartender stuttered.
“It’s Tuesday night. You have private rooms available. We’ll have a coke each. Ice Kai?”
Kai remained silent.
Officer Resnick sighed, “O.K, I know what you want me to do. You want me to rough you up a bit as I drag you out of here. Pain only wants Pain’s company. I don’t want to do that though and I know what you really don’t want is to have to deal with whoever is responsible for you coming and picking you up from the station for trying to buy alcohol underage. Humour me and we’ll see about avoiding that.”
The three were silent for a couple seconds till Kai finally responded “With ice.”
Officer Resnick smiled, “Two cokes with ice.” He said to the bartender.
To be continued...