Through a thick cloud of smoke a disembodied, slightly gruff voice fades in,
[["And so of course I had to kick his ass"]]"Jack, now we all know you didn't kick anybody's ass, you were lucky the bouncer was paying enough attention to break you punks up"
[[The scene gets clearer...]]
A hookah bar in downtown Boston.
There are a group of 5 friends hanging around a big elegant green hookah, passing it around the table as they [[chat.]]"Fuck you, Maj, I got my point across before that big bastard snatched me up"
~Jackson Hicks is a pretty average build white guy with a voice twice his size, he is one of those more bark than bite kinda fellas.~
~Roman "Maj" Stevens is my best friend since damn near birth. He is about 6'4, the classic All-American type. Tall dark and handsome as he says.~
They have a healthy [[love/hate]] relationship with each other."Come on fellas break it up, who's got the next round."
"Mel is right, we are celebrating, Desy here is graduating on Monday, for Pete's sake! Four long years and damn near 50,000 dollars in the hole, I think the guy could use a drink!
Melanie Torres was the rational one out of all of us, the one we could all count on when shit inevitably hits the fan. She was tall, slim, and gorgeous. I still don't know how a guy like Jack snatched her up.
The loud one was Cassandra Marino, she was the biggest tomboy I've ever met. Italian, wiry figure, dressed in her best jean jacket, [[Levi's and Chuck Taylors.]]Maj waved off Jack and flagged down the server,
"Des, I got you man, we are all here to celebrate
you my dude."
I feel slightly out of place, surrounded by all of my friends here, who I've known most of my life, and yet I can't shake this feeling that...
As the thought trails off, I hear it,
the sound of glass breaking,
the sound of a struggle,
[[and the scream..]]To Be Continued...