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Chapter Three

Chapter Three - Son Of A T-

Saturday, 3rd October 2020

SAMUEL

Yawning, I stepped off the dance floor and towards the bar. I squeezed through the sea of people, kinda like a sea of fish.

I'm hungry and I want a Filet-O-Fish because that random thought of people being fish just entered my brain.

I think Martha knows how to make them. Great, I'll ask her then.

Reaching the bar, I climbed onto a barstool and laid my head on the cool mahogany surface as I waved the bartender over.

"How may I help you, sir?"

I looked up and placed my chin on my forearms as I ordered, "Whiskey. Japanese."

"Coming right up, sir."

The bartender turned away to get the drink and I sighed before looking around.

Where's Krystie? Why is she drinking when she was shot? Actually, no- why is she even moving?

I mean, it's Krystie, cousin of Blake, I guess that makes some kind of sense...?

The bartender placed a glass on the table and I flicked a quarter at him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir," he smiled and went to serve other customers. I inched the glass towards me and sighed.

Jesus, I look like a divorced man with drinking problems who was just laid off from his job.

Don't ask.

I sipped on the whiskey before looking around. Where's Tyson? That son of a T-

Oh, there he is.

I shouted from the bar, "Tyson!"

He looked over and squeezed through the fishes, reaching me in a minute. Wait, Spongebob-

"Yes, sir?"

"Where's Krystie?"

"Currently in a meeting," he answered and I squinted my eyes at him, "Didn't she get shot? What is she in a meeting for?"

"Sir Kristopher has called a meeting in the boardroom with the high ranks."

Ah, ok.

I got up and hopped over the bar, a bunch of shrieks erupting from the people around. Taking a bottle of Jack Daniel's, I flicked another quarter at the bartender who was looking at me, "I'm taking this, Casper."

He nodded, "Of course, sir."

I put ten dollars under his garnish tray, hopped over the bar again, and cracked open the bottle, saying to Tyson, "Lead the way, good sir."

I heard him chuckle before nodding, "Yes, sir."

***

"Good evening!" I said, pushing the door open. Eighteen pairs of eyes snapped to me and I heard a sigh.

"Sam, seriously?" Krystie sighed, rubbing her face. I grinned and closed the door with my foot, drinking the alcohol in my hand.

"Sam, take a chair and sit down," Kris ordered and I put one hand up in mock surrender. I took a chair from the side of the room and dragged it behind Zach and another guy. I sat down and put my feet up on the table, taking a sip of the Jack Daniel, "You may continue."

Kris rolled his eyes before continuing what he wanted to say.

***

I threw the bottle into the trashcan in the corner of the room before dusting my hands and said to Krystie, "Ready to head back to the hospital?"