Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Let's Get Out of This Dump

Scott's POV

When the last beating sounds of the police's footsteps faded away, I stood up from my crouched position in the bushes and pulled Mitch up with me. My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I pulled up a text from Avi.

"Head to Barney Jackman's bar. It's close, you can hide there. Police are swarming. PTX'll get you soon."

"Where's that?" Mitch asked, peering around the corner of the wall we were leaning against.

"Close, apparently," I rolled my eyes at Avi's vagueness. Stuffing my phone in my back pocket, I took Mitch by the hand and we started sneaking around the dark street corners of the area. We kept our eyes peeled, but there was no Barney's in sight.

"Why can't we just hide there?" Mitch asked, pointing to a casino across the street. "Just tell Avi we've changed location."

"We can't," I smiled at my innocent and unknowing boyfriend. "Avi wants us to go there for a reason, so we're gonna have to find it."

I pulled the unwilling-Mitch along as we sleuthed around multiple alleyways. Smokers and other drunks tried to hook up with us, even though they were doubtfully gay. Homeless people begged for our money and anything we owned, and people trying to be sneaky about their drug deals went absolutely ape-shit on us.

We snuck through Vegas for almost a full hour, and we still saw no sign of Barney's bar. Mitch was skeptical from the beginning, but I was starting to lose hope, too.

"Can we please just go there?" Mitch pointed to a market across the street. I took him by the hand and we rushed across the street, hiding behind the large stone walls of the store.

"I mean, I guess," I shrugged- what else were we going to do? Walk around the city for another hour?

We slipped around the corner, ready to give up. However, we turned and saw one of the smallest buildings we'd ever seen. The ceiling went only 2 inches over my head, and it was a small, square shape. The building was made of such dirty brick it almost looked like a mound of dirt. A door about 4 inches shorter than me stood rickety in the front, with one word written in vines strung above the door.

Jackman's.

"Mitch!" I said excitedly, heading for the archaic building. "Mitch, look!"

"It's about time!" He said exasperated, following behind me.

We both walked up to the bar. The black door was falling off its hinges as we stepped inside, the building reeking of drugs and alcohol.

Memories flooded my brain of high school, when I spent my days smoking joints, pot, and marijuana in the alley next to school. Memories of turning up late to class, memories of parties, memories of....

But there was a light in this pit of darkness. Mitch was my light, and I'll always remember the day a disgusted Junior sat with me in English and told me I was a drunken idiot. He opened my eyes, and I'll forever be grateful for having my beautiful boyfriend to love and hold forever.

But, enough mush. I continued walking with Mitch into the grotesque bar, and we both sat on the high stools next to the counter.

"Strawberry Martini," I said to the bartender.

"Scott!" Mitch slapped my arm and gave me a disapproving look. "Please don't drink."

"Please, babe?" Giving up drugs was easy when I met Mitch, because all the feelings I was trying to numb went away when I was with him. But alcohol was a stress reliever, and it tasted so good on high-strung days.