Mistakes, part 3
28 Sep 2017Darthjazzhands
Continued from "Mistakes, Part 2""Get your fuckin' hands off me!" the young pirate growled at the bouncer as he was dragged out of the tavern. Doyle was already waiting for him there. Passersby were doing their best to ignore them.
The bouncer finally released the man, "Sorry, Ivan, but you know the rules in there."
"Rules? We have rules now?" Ivan hissed at the taller man's chest then checked his hand. The giant of a tavern bouncer simply looked down at him and shrugged.
"BT doesn't like drama in his place, you know that," whispered the bouncer, "and please keep your voice down."
Doyle finally spoke up. Nearly a whisper, "You interfered with free trade. How do you think Brick Top will feel about that?"
The bouncer scoffed, "Free trade my ass, Priest. We ship the cargo, we don't make the cargo. What's BT gonna do to you when I tell him why there was drama in his place?"
Ivan went silent. He looked at Doyle. Doyle looked at Ivan, then pulled a credit chip out of his jacket pocket... just enough so the bouncer could see it.
"You know I gotta tell 'im," The Bouncer looked grim. "Believe me, I'd rather not but the cops are on their way now. He's gonna find out no matter what."
"Fuck the cops, man," Ivan checked his hand again. "Bring the 'cargo' to our dock before they get here and we'll make the drama go away."
Doyle silently pressed the credit chip into the bounder's huge paw, gave him two pats on the shoulder, and winked at him. The bouncer pocketed the chip but looked unsure of himself before turning and walking back into the Tavern.
Ivan clutched his wounded hand tightly and grimaced with pain. "Whaddya think, Priest?"
"You kiddin' me? He can't play poker for shit," Doyle whispered condescendingly. "They don't call him 'The Tell' for nothing, That's why Top likes him."
"You're right. The fuck's gonna fold," Ivan smirked. "He's not gonna fuck with Brick Top."
"And neither will we," Doyle's face was unreadable as he calmly walked away.
Ivan stood there clutching his hand. His gaze was venom as the bouncer entered the Tavern. Then Ivan backed away slowly before turning to follow Doyle toward their dock.
(to be continued)