Double Whiskey

[nudedragon24]

Part 1

Would you like to order a drink first, sir?



The man in the black leather jacket and dark denim jeans studies the drink menu, sitting in a booth inside of a dimly lit hole in the wall bar. His face obscured by a young waiter, patiently waiting as the man makes his selection. He lightly tosses the menu to the end of the booth next to the wall.



You know what, just a double whiskey.



Preference?



Cheap.



Ice?



No.



Can I see your ID?



.. Really?



Just a formality.



The man sighs, then shifts his weight to retrieve his wallet. He pulls out a brown leather wallet, unfolds, and hands the waiter his ID. The waiter looks at the ID, and then looks at the man.



Wait.. Are you really -CENSORED-?



The one and only.



You mean... THE -CENSORED-?



Yes.



... the -censored-..



Yes yes, fuck, kid, let's go.



Sorry, sorry. It's like I'm serving whiskey to my childhood though.



Well your childhood has some back problems that only whiskey seems to fix, so..



Yes, right, sorry. I'll get you your drink sir.



The waiter quickly nods a couple times and turns around to head to the bar. The man pulls a map out of his jacket, unfolds it and places it on the table. He then pulls a pen out of a jacket pocket and clicks it open. He starts making markings to the map. In the background the waiter can be seen talking to the bartender, gesturing the man at the table.



That's him?! What?!



Yeah dude, that's him!



I... literally have no idea who that is.



What? Did you not watch XHF back in the day?



Wrestling's for dweebs. You know that shit's fake right?



..Give me the whiskey, man. You're fucking useless.



The bartender chuckles as he pours a couple shots into a small whiskey glass. He throws the towel over his shoulder and walks away as the waiter makes his way back to the man in the booth. He approaches the man and places the drink on the table.



Your whiskey, sir, on the house. Compliments of, uh, well myself.



Oh? Well, thank you I guess.



The man grasps the whiskey glass and brings it to his mouth to take a sip. He places it down and then realizes the waiter is still standing there.



Can.. Can I ask.. Are you the one that's been making threats to Mongo?



I wouldn't say threats.. Threats are empty promises. But, in a way, yeah. That's me.



The waiter sits in the booth, opposite of the man. The man cocks his head back in surprise.



My God.. I've seen the videos, all of them I think. Are you really going to kill him?



The man sighs and tilts his head down.



I'm going to.. I'm going to do what's right. I've lost too many friends.. Too many brothers to the nature of our business. Addicts. Suicide. Homicide. Mental degeneration. And he's the causation of all of it. And he's trying to reprise that role. What would you do?



I'd... I'd probably sue him, to be quite honest.



Not possible, not in this storyline.



Stor.. what?



Even if it was, it wouldn't bring back.. It wouldn't bring back -censored-.



Shit.. Did he die?



No, he's just in a coma, of sorts.



You know.. what you intend to do Mongo.. that won't bring him back, you know that right?



Oh, I know. But hell, it'd make me feel better, at least.

[nudedragon24]

Part 2

Don't you have other customers to attend to?



The man and the waiter glace to the rest of the bar. Completely empty besides them and the bartender who's watching major league baseball on a small box television above the bar.



I think they'll be alright. So, it might be obvious.. but.. Do it miss it at all?



Miss what?



You know.. fighting? Wrestling?



The man sits back and subtlety cracks his knuckles.



I don't miss the pain. The concussions. The hospital visits. The medical bills. The stalkers. The ring rats.



Is there anything you do miss?



.. I miss the blood.



That's... That's weird.



Thanks.



I mean, wh-



Sometimes the only award you get to take home is a small bonus in your paycheck and your opponent's blood on your clothes. Something so satisfying about scrubing red off your knuckles and watching it circle the drain. Washing someone elses blood off your hands, your skin.. It's like washing the dirt off your car.



Yeah bu-



Knowing that someone elses DNA circles and disappears down the drain? That's some shit, right there, man. Their genetic makeup is joining the literal shit of the city in the sewer.



.. Yeah.. I'm gonna-



You truly don't know your strength until you force the blood out of another human being with nothing but your hands, and these hands aren't done yet as far as I'm concerned.



The waiter slides out of the booth.



I do need to.. Um.. Clean a bit.



The waiter quickly makes his way away from the man. The man grabs his drink and finishes it. He then slides out of the booth, grabs his map and heads towards the bar. He takes out a couple dollars and puts them into the tip jar.



Thanks for your patronage, wrestler.



The man ignores him and starts heading towards the door. The bartender mumbles to himself...



Cheap fake fighting fuck..



The man stops. He folds up the map and places it inside his jacket. He then turns around to the bartender and makes his way to the bar.



What? I didn't say anything.. that wasn't true.



It's fine, it's cool.



The man comes up to the bar where the bartender is. The bartender gets close to the bar as well to meet him.



Of course it's cool, cause you're just a fake fu-



The man open palm strikes the man in the nose, spraying an almost comical amount of blood out of the bartender's face. The blood sprays the man's arm as it starts running down the bartenders mouth. The bartender lets out a loud yell and falls back on his ass. He grasps the middle of his face.



YOU BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE



Thanks.



The man turns away, uncaring.
The waiter in the background can be seen shaking his head at the bartender as the bartender tries to pull himself up while holding his bloody face. The man reaches into his pocket and tosses a five dollar bill into the tip jar. As he walks out, he looks down at his right arm and sees blood. The real first glimpse at him, more specifically his beard and mouth on his white but tanned face. 


He grins.