It was another cold night in the chilly Burien. Jerry was locking his front door, ready to head to his every Saturday's spot in Seattle: The Central Saloon, one of the city's oldest bars.
Jerry was dressed in black from head to toe, with his hat covering his hair and his beard all grown.
He turned on his heel and made a quick walk to his black Harley Davidson, only to start it right away.
The 20 minute ride was fast, and he enjoyed it like always.
The wind on his hair and the thrill of driving way too fast when he had the road all to himself made him feel alive again.
The hiatus of Alice in Chains had Jerry feeling kind of lonely.
He had nothing else going on in his life, that's why he tried to keep himself busy taking care of his cats, occasionally golfing, fishing with some friends and going out every weekend to the same old bars he used to go when he was young.
He parked the big motorcycle not too far away from the bar, since the streets were packed and he couldn't find somewhere near.
Greeting his friends from afar, he headed to the bar and ordered a beer.
Taking in the place while sipping on the drink, he noticed that there was nothing different around.
It was just another Saturday night like the others.
He decided to approach Jack, his long time friend, and they started to chat about some fishing thing they were planning.
Around 1 a.m. Jerry had already been around and talked to the many acquaintances he had.
Being famous for so long, he knew so many people... especially the ones hanging around Central Saloon.
"I'm telling you, man. If the 'hawks don't..." Carl was interupted by an abrupt yelling that came from their left, outside of the place.
Looking around, Jerry pictured a petit blonde girl, whose hair fell perfectly behind her back. She looked pissed off at someone he couldn't see.
Instinctively, he and Carl both came closer to the fuss that was going on. Jerry then recognized Jack, who seemed to try to soothe the girl in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you!" Jack exclaimed.
"Yeah, man. That's great, but that won't dry my fucking dress!" she shot back pointing with both hands at the wet stain in the middle of her stomach.
Jerry then took some time to examine the young woman. She wore a mini black slip dress, a small red leather purse and some black boots.
Her skin was slightly tanned and her tonned legs shone in contact with the night lights. She had plumped lips and piercing eyes.
He had never seen her around and she looked young. Way too young to what he's used to.
Jack had spilled his drink all over the girl's dress and it was now glued to her belly.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jerry decided to step in to try and solve things - and also taking the opportunity to stand out to this new girl.
"This idiot, who doesn't watch where he's going, managed to spill his drink all over me and, on top of that, also made me spill my own drink on the floor." She exclaimed glancing at Jerry, just to finally lay her eyes on his.
He felt hipnotized.
Her foxy eyes pierced right through him. At the same time, it seemed to have an almost angelic trace to them.
"Damn, Jack! That could've been avoided..." Jerry said looking at Jack, then returning to the girl.
"But you know, Jack and I have been friends for a very long time and I know he would never do that on purpose. I'm sorry for what happened, though." The man tried to read her facial expression while she listened to him.
His words were sincere, he felt bad for her.
"I'll buy you that drink of yours that he spilled. How about that?"
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Off To The Races (Jerry Cantrell)
Fanfiction"My old man is a tough man, but he's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam. And he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul."
