Call Me (KidLaw)

Chapter 5

Call Me

Chapter 5

Eustass was stunned into silence by the punch to his jaw. That little-

"I refuse to be protected from grunts like him," Law hissed, and downed the rest of the amber liquid in his glass, before storming out of the bar.

"Damn, Kidd," the said man's friend, Killer, snickered. "Haven't seen you get socked like that since junior year when you fought with Basil Hawkins! "

"Shut the fuck up, Killer!" The red head said sharply to the blond. His attetion was now on the familiar face of Trafalgar's friend Penguin.

The boy was trying to sneak out the side door.

"Nah-uh, brat. Not so fast!" He declared, grabbing the teen by the scruff of his coat collar.

"I didn't drink a drop, I swear to God!" The teenager yelped in panic.

Eustass was confused, his jaw throbbing.

"What?" He asked, then realized what the kid was talking about. 'No, no! I don't give a flying shit if you were drinking, but unless you want me to tell someone who does, then answer my questions. "

"Okay, okay!" The brunette squeaked as Kidd threw him into a booth.

"Now, tell me everything you know about Trafalgar Law..."

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Law woke up the next morning at 10 o'clock to the beeping of his cell.

'The fuck...?" He groaned, rolling over.

He grabbed the charging cell off of his bedside table, and clicked it on. He groaned again when he saw who it was.

Hey, kid. Red Line Park, 10:30. Don't be late. Payment will be given after. Don't screw me over. -JB

Son of a bitch! He typed in 'Fuck off', and was about to hit send, when he remembered his words from past night at the bar. How could he have been so stupid? Double payments? Fuck his life!

Okay. Was his reply.

Ten-thirty, huh? Well, that gave him about twenty-five minutes to get to the park. He sighed, and rolled to his feet. Damn everything to hell, but there was nothing he could do...

He grumbled to himself as he dressed in a dark brown shirt, and his light blue dotted skinny jeans. Then he brushed out his bed head, and clipped Bepo onto his leash. He grabbed the video camera bag off the back of the chair by the door, and slung it over a shoulder, before turning toward the deliriously happy ball of white fur whining by his feet.

The white dog woofed with excitement as Traf opened the door after slipping his shoes on, and walked down the metal stairs from his apartment complex.

The day was beautiful, and absolutely the perfect day for a date. Law's face soured at the thought.

'This is going to horrible,' he decided, slipping his sunglasses over his eyes.

Bepo, relishing his freedom, tugged on the nylon red leash, slightly rope burning Law's hands.

"Bepo!" Trafalgar snapped in irritation, jerking back on the leash, "Stop being a boar!"

The said dog whimpered at the chastising tone in Law's voice, but was soon ahead again, sniffing and peeing on everything he could.

The raven rolled his eyes as the pair strode into the park. He walked about the park grounds, searching for any obnoxious swatch of pink among the many heads of people who had decided to visit the park on such a fine Saturday morning.