Celebration! (o2a)

[Shawn Hollywood]

After a successful meeting with Rodolphe which allowed him to regain his job with the ol' XWA, Shawn decided that it was time to celebrate. And what better way to celebrate than getting hammered/laid? He'll tell you there's no other or better way. Shawn's regular ass Mercedes pulls up in front of the XWA Lounge, where we have another scene with the valet like at Rodolphe's tower.

Hey! I don't have the money to pay you begging fuckers! If you wanted money, you should of gotten a really fucking job!

Hey, at least I can pay to get MY car parked bitch!

Oh that's it you little shit...

Shawn shoves the valet kid into his Benz.

Listen here fucknuts, unless you wanna get your ass raped by my foot, I suggest you shut the hell up and park my car.

The kid gets in Shawn's car, and takes it to the parking garage. Little does Shawn know, the kid is definetly going to key his car. Shawn steps into the club, and heads straight for the bar. He pops a squat on the one of the various bar stools.

Hey whistledick! Get me some fucking Jaeger! Shot glass and the bottle! And some Budweiser Select...fuck...get me the Bud first, and we'll save the Jaeger for later!

The bar tender rolls his eyes and gets Shawn his drinks. He slides a bottle of Budweiser Select over to Shawn, and Shawn cracks it open. He immediately begins chugging down the beer. This is always the highlight of his day, drinking!

[the1]

]A few seats down from where Shawn was seated, sat Jared Saint drinking a Dr. Pepper, his arm in a sling. He looked down the bar and saw Shawn cussing out the bartender. He sat there, and finished his soda. He got up and went over to where Shawn was seated.

Hey, what's up Shawn? Haven't seen you in a while. Good to hear about you still being in XWA

[Shawn Hollywood]

Shawn looks over at the man who just sat next to him. Shawn's sure he's never seen him before.

Hey...man? Um...thanks.

He shrugs and goes back to his beer. He's pretty sure he's never seen the guy in his life. Oh well, he's been gone for a while, hey may be new, or he may just not remember him.

[stoner]

A crash is heard in the back room and the bartender gives the two men a glance implying he'd be back after taking care of business. The bartender (we'll call him Harry for now. But thats between me and you) goes on through the back room and another, almost comdedically timed, crash is heard. After a suitable amount of time A guy with a blonde ponytail walks through the door.

New Bartender: Harry was kidnapped. By gypsies.

Judging from the nonchalant reactions from both guys, he assumes he's getting away with his plot. After getting himself a drink of water, as well as telling another customer he'd get to him in a minute, the bartender leans in where the two men are talking apparently.

NB: So, hear you folks work for XWA. Any kind of truth to that rumor? Or is it like every other lead I've had for a month and I'm just being led into the clutches of some crazy Wench with a big bed and nice ta tas. But but the two of you are distinctly ta-ta-less, so I figure I must be on the right trail this time...

Whatever he was saying after this is incomprehensible, and probably only meant for himself.

[gallas]

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