Post by smilinjack on Jan 8, 2022 19:27:04 GMT -5
(Open to Jack’s Place. Ruby is sitting at the bar, looking up into the huge bar mirror. Archie is running the bar tonight, the place is moderately busy. Nothing too crazy.
(Jack is nursing a cup of coffee as he peruses the mirror. Jack appears to be vacantly gazing into the mirror, but his eyes miss nothing. He makes a motion with his head to Archie who nods. Jack shifts his eyes to one side, then back to Archie.
(Once again Archie nods his acknowledgement. Archie slowly moves down the bar and makes a stop just long enough to take a sawed-off baseball bat from under the bar.
(Archie moves to a table where a group of men from a local motorcycle club are drinking and starting to get a little rowdy. Archie walks up behind the biggest of them and slams the ball bat hard across his head, sending him tumbling to the ground.
(The rest of them leap up, ready to fight and Archie assumes a stance.
(Jack just shakes his head sadly as he gets to his feet and slowly paces to the table. The group don’t notice him, all eyes on Archie.
(Jack grabs the nearest from behind and delivers a devastating swinging neck breaker.
(That brings him to the notice of the rest of the gang. The gang starts looking back at Archie and then to Jack.)
Ruby: Gentlemen, I believe it is time for you to pay your tab and frequent another establishment, should you still desire to drink.
(The smallest of the group pipes up.)
Big Doug: Do you have any idea who we are?
Ruby: Why is it that the littlest dog has to be the loudest. As for who you are…you’re a group of self-important toughs who are on the verge of creating a disturbance in my establishment. I will not have a group of self-delusional punks trying to make themselves look good, create a disturbance.
Big Doug: We’re the Tongue.
Stinky Joe: That’s TONG you moron!
Ruby: Tong, tongue, either way your night here is over. It’s time for you to move on down the road.
Big Doug: And I suppose you are going to make us?
Ruby: No, you’re going to do this on your own. After all, you have two members who are going to need assistance to get out of here, and doubtful that they’ll be able to ride those mopeds you laughingly refer to as motorcycles.
Big Doug: And why should we do this?
(Ruby nods and Archie cold cocks another member)
Ruby: We can keep this up, if you wish. However, now you have 3 members who will need assistance. Keep it up and you won’t have enough people left to get them out of my bar.
Big Doug: So?
Ruby: Fine by me. We have plenty of room left in the dumpster.
(Big Doug makes the mistake of taking a swing at Ruby.
(Fade to black as Ruby and Archie swiftly dispatch the gang, then commence to dragging the bodies out to the back)
(Jack is nursing a cup of coffee as he peruses the mirror. Jack appears to be vacantly gazing into the mirror, but his eyes miss nothing. He makes a motion with his head to Archie who nods. Jack shifts his eyes to one side, then back to Archie.
(Once again Archie nods his acknowledgement. Archie slowly moves down the bar and makes a stop just long enough to take a sawed-off baseball bat from under the bar.
(Archie moves to a table where a group of men from a local motorcycle club are drinking and starting to get a little rowdy. Archie walks up behind the biggest of them and slams the ball bat hard across his head, sending him tumbling to the ground.
(The rest of them leap up, ready to fight and Archie assumes a stance.
(Jack just shakes his head sadly as he gets to his feet and slowly paces to the table. The group don’t notice him, all eyes on Archie.
(Jack grabs the nearest from behind and delivers a devastating swinging neck breaker.
(That brings him to the notice of the rest of the gang. The gang starts looking back at Archie and then to Jack.)
Ruby: Gentlemen, I believe it is time for you to pay your tab and frequent another establishment, should you still desire to drink.
(The smallest of the group pipes up.)
Big Doug: Do you have any idea who we are?
Ruby: Why is it that the littlest dog has to be the loudest. As for who you are…you’re a group of self-important toughs who are on the verge of creating a disturbance in my establishment. I will not have a group of self-delusional punks trying to make themselves look good, create a disturbance.
Big Doug: We’re the Tongue.
Stinky Joe: That’s TONG you moron!
Ruby: Tong, tongue, either way your night here is over. It’s time for you to move on down the road.
Big Doug: And I suppose you are going to make us?
Ruby: No, you’re going to do this on your own. After all, you have two members who are going to need assistance to get out of here, and doubtful that they’ll be able to ride those mopeds you laughingly refer to as motorcycles.
Big Doug: And why should we do this?
(Ruby nods and Archie cold cocks another member)
Ruby: We can keep this up, if you wish. However, now you have 3 members who will need assistance. Keep it up and you won’t have enough people left to get them out of my bar.
Big Doug: So?
Ruby: Fine by me. We have plenty of room left in the dumpster.
(Big Doug makes the mistake of taking a swing at Ruby.
(Fade to black as Ruby and Archie swiftly dispatch the gang, then commence to dragging the bodies out to the back)