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Post by Ben O.O on May 31, 2011 21:23:38 GMT -5
Jim and Jay were in Jay's office discussing the possibilities of the World Series being rigged again when the phone rang. Jay almost let it go, but answered on the last ring. "Y'ellow, dis is Jay Ghompers, private eye. What can I 'elp yew wit'?" His Russian-Yorkie accent played roughly across the line.
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Post by Erinn on May 31, 2011 21:27:08 GMT -5
Lacey paused, staring down at the card before turning her gaze back to the doorway. "Yeah, hi, I was told to call this number if I was ever in any trouble so I'm just following orders here. I work at the Water's Edge bar and could use some help." She had to speak somewhat quietly and with a rush, incase one of the men came in.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 31, 2011 21:34:52 GMT -5
Jim looked at Jay sideways. Jay covered the receiver. "Jus' sum bar gell," he said. Jim grabbed the phone from Jay's hand. "Is there some kind of trouble?" There was a note of concern in his voice.
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Post by Erinn on May 31, 2011 21:38:17 GMT -5
"Uh yeah... 'some kind of trouble' would be a good way of describing it." she answered, relieved that someone else was on the phone. Stretching the cord on the phone as far as it could Lacey got to work pulling a full box of beer towards the door so she could look like she'd been doing something.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 31, 2011 21:47:38 GMT -5
"Quick. Make it short, dear. One-word answers will do. Are you at the bar?" Jim asked. Jay got out a ring of keys. They were going to go.
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Post by Erinn on May 31, 2011 21:53:27 GMT -5
"Yes, the backro-SHIT!" Lacey screamed as she just barely ducked the bottle thrown at her head, making her drop the phone. "I'm coming, I'm coming." she told the men at the bar, quickly lifting the heavy case and leaving the phone to dangle from the wall. She stumbled slightly under the weight back was able to move quickly enough to avoid getting more glass thrown at her.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 31, 2011 22:05:35 GMT -5
The line was already dead on Jim's end. The duo made like a banana and split. Moments later, they were in the car. "Who's dis gell, Jim?" Jay asked as he sped down the highway. "Lacey, I believe her name is," Jim replied. "I met her this past Thursday at a bar on the West-end part of the East port, if you get where I'm goin'. I gave her our card." "Gret. Jus' gret. You knoe what I tink about bars, Jim," Jay sighed as he turned the wheel sharply, changing lanes and narrowly avoiding cars. "I'm just doin' my job, Jay, now you do yours and drive!"
They arrived at the bar to a frightening scene. Multiple big guys in the bar, and they didn't look friendly.
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Post by Erinn on May 31, 2011 22:12:09 GMT -5
Lacey was back behind the bar, the bruised side of her face hidden when one frist walked in the door. She sent a pleading look to the men who'd just walked in. Noticing the girl's distraction, the man in front of her turned and frowned menecingly at the intruders. "Bar's closed." he told them. Two of his friends hopped over the bar to stand on either side of Lacey, way too close for her comfort.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 31, 2011 22:16:12 GMT -5
"Naw, why don't you fellas drop the antics and we'll all play nice?" Jim said to the assembly in the bar.
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Post by Erinn on May 31, 2011 22:22:22 GMT -5
"No antics here. The bar's closed, you'll have to find somewhere else to go." the leader said, standing and making it clear he was holding a gun. The same gun he'd stolen from Lacey after barging in. The croonie on Lacey's left started touching her a little too much and she sent him an elbow to the jaw without thinking. She suddenly found and arm around her waist and a hand in her hair as she was pulled back against the second croonie. "Now Lacey darling, that wasn't very lady like of you."
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Post by Ben O.O on Jun 1, 2011 9:05:40 GMT -5
"See, look what you just did. I'm NYPD and it looks like we ain't gonna play nice 'round here no more." Jay pulled a quick pistol and fired it into the ceiling. Using the distraction, Jim ran behind the bar and slammed a quick-drawn pistol's butt against the head of the nearest young man accosting Lacey. He put a not-so-friendly looking pistol nose in the face of the second. "Drop her or eat this." Jay simply levelled his gun at the boss. "Eef de bah be clos', suppos'd I vant drink?"
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Post by Erinn on Jun 1, 2011 13:38:19 GMT -5
Lacey was puched to the ground, causing her to hit her head on one of the shelves. She swore softly and stayed on the ground. The boss looked at his guys and gestured his head to the door. "Alright, alright. You can have the bar and its whore." he told the two men as he slowly made his way to the door. He'd be back though, Lacey knew that.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jun 1, 2011 15:48:03 GMT -5
"I don't sink so," Jay said, gesturing with his gun at the boss to stay where he was. "Yew hev broken several laws, I don't tink I culd let yew go now." He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "Don't try anysink." Jim backed him up, levelling his gun on the henchman nearest to the door. "Y'all gonna wanna stay put, if you please."
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Post by Erinn on Jun 1, 2011 15:56:37 GMT -5
"We've broken no laws. The bar was open, we came in ordered drinks and drank them. There's nothing illegal about that." the boss countered, staying where he was. Back behind the bar, Lacey was struggling to get to her feet.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jun 1, 2011 16:12:01 GMT -5
((Are there more people in the bar?))
"Then I'm sure all of you wouldn't mind coming downtown with me to the station so we could get this all worked out?" Jim countered. Jay walked slowly to the boss with his handcuffs outstretched.
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