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"You guys never let me have fun anymore." He plopped himself onto a barrel as the last of the costomers left. "I'll drop them off in the river up by... well you know where." He still disliked to talk about what had happened on that river spot or anywhere near it since what had happened there a month ago. "So when do we need some more rum, the guy wants to do things quicker this time. the cops are starting to close in on him, which would be a problem for us, both financily and legally."

"Alright, I'll drop them off there on my way to my blind date." He slapped his head as he spoke, obviously annoyed over the date. "That last girl I got paired up with was a freakin' golddigger. Remind me to never let your father get me a blind date again doris. He has poor taste in women my age." He grabbed the man that was bleeding and carried him upstairs and deposited him in the back with the other man. He walked back down a little later. "And you are never setting me up either joe. The girl you paired me with was a freakin' cop! A cop, you b*****d!"

"I'll take that drag," Doris said, she took a satisfying drag on the offered cigarette and blew out smoke and handed the cigarette back to Joe. She smiled when he winked at her, she liked getting attention from men. "Oh, whatever you want to do is fine," she told Joe when he offered to stay with her. "I have to clean up anyways and get the place ready for tomorrow," she told Joe while she started picking up trash and empty glasses. She felt Joe's eyes burning right through her, which made her nervous; to be flirted with is one thing, to be stared at is another.

"ya ya, let's just hope this stinkin' jalopy will get me to my date on time." He opened the driver side door and slid inside, turning the keys as soon as he was settled. "Let's get a move on already." The engine rumbled to life as he looked at the two idiots in the back. "Heh, good thing I tied them up, they won't be much of a problem if they wake up." He laughed slightly before opening the other door for joe.

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Doris began sweeping, she stifled a yawn as she stood in the middle of the room. She was too sleepy to finish cleaning the bar, so she left the basement, locking the door behind her. When she opened the door to her house, her mother was sitting in the living room, sleeping. She attempted to sneak in past her, but her mom is a light sleeper.

"Where have you been?" Her mother asked.

Doris turned around. "Working," she said.

"I bet you were, or were you getting neck in some dingy hotel room?" Her mother stood up and walked over to her, her shrill voice just above a whisper. This accusation made Doris flushed.

"No mother, I wasn't getting neck, I was really working," she said, not bothering to keep her voice down. She turned on her heel and went upstairs to her room and slammed the door. Maybe I'm getting too old to be living at home Doris thought. Who would I live with? She pondered as she changed into her pajamas and slipped into her silk sheets.

His eyebrow raised a little, watching the two men run away. He tried to talk as he watched them, but nothing came out for a bit. "You...they're getting away?" His head dropped, "As much as I hate to wack a guy, that's going to definitely end up poorly. Hit the road for your date, kid. I've some thinking to do anyway." He waved dismissively, yawning. "They always come back, Charles," he shouted. "When a rat gets in a kitchen and you let it out, it'll be back with friends." He shook his head and continued his long journey.

The walk was a long one, but it gave Joe time to think. He enjoyed the moments, lazily lulling along the side of pavement as cars drove past. Some honked. Others yelled at him that he shouldn't be out in the district so late. When he finally came to the city proper, he stayed to the sidewalks. The stars above had some capability to penetrate the lights that brought San Diego alive, and he paid them some heed, wondering what it was they had in store for him next.

He laughed and shook off the idea, having never really been big into the stars. His parents weren't either, but every now and then the stories would intrigue him. Finally arriving at his small apartment, he looked up once more as if to bid the stars farewell, and went to sleep, his overly long legs resting on the slab of wood at the foot of his bed. Tomorrow would be another interesting day, more or less. He wished for less as he drifted off. Exciting days were such a bother.