Supposedly Xotics used to be the place for getting loaded while ogling the topless waitresses and nude performers. Now it was mostly just a dive with cheap drinks and aging or average looking dancers. I was mostly there for the cheap beer, I had to keep my eyes on the room to make sure Lone Star wasn’t trying to take me down. Call me cautious or paranoid. Fraggin’ right! Probably with good reason…
I had a booth in a back corner which kept me mostly hidden from the main entrance but with enough of a view that I could see the people as they came in. I also had quick access to the private rooms and back stage areas if I needed to make a getaway.
I don’t know if its just blind luck or whether Dwayne knows I sometimes come here when I just want to drink and keep to myself. But he walks in, grabs a seat at the bar, orders a pitcher of beer, a couple of shots and starts putting them back.
Either something went wrong at work, he got into a fight with Monica or both. I sit and watch for a few minutes and by the way he’s drinking I’m guessing both. An hour or so later after he’s been drinking for a while, he gets up and heads to the men’s room. So I scan the room, make sure nothing else seems to be happening and follow him. The men’s room is down a little hall and I wait just outside the door for him to come back out.
As he opens the door I rush him and push him back against the wall with my left hand holding him there and my right holding the Ruger to his head.
Now I know you must think I’m mad, but I don’t know if Dwayne’s been followed and I don’t want Lone Star seeing him talking to me in a casual situation and besides this Ruger isn’t loaded.
“Come looking for Mazula, buddy?”, I say.
“What the hell!”, Dwayne shouts. His eyes focus a bit and he starts to laugh, “Hey Maz…”
I lower my voice, “You shouldn’t be here, you should be at home with your kids and Monica.”
“She’s a bitch, Maz, a nagging bitch! I can’t take her shit anymore.”
“So you tried to defend Maz? You fraggin’ tool!”
“She kept saying I was following you to vice like I…”
“Vice, what? What the hell Dwayne!”
“Yeah…. transferred… fraggin Lone Star.”
“Mazula’ll try to get you some leads, least he can do.”, I say as I reach into his pocket to grab his commlink, open it, and hand it to him, “You’re going to call Monica to apologize, say ‘Monica, you were right about Mazula. I’m sorry its just been a bad day.’”
“Yeah, right”, Dwayne laughs.
I hit him with the Ruger on the side of the head, “Who’s the one with the gun?”
“Hey, that hurt… well at least it probably will tomorrow, I’m pretty drunk right now. You want to go for another beer?”