Here’s my part for the fabulous Community Storyboard’s first ever chain story event. You can follow the story through the links below –
Gosling anchored his fedora slightly forward, just enough to cover his eyes, giving him another chance to scan the three goons by the pool table. He kept one eye on McAdam and the other on the painfully crap game of pool going on in the corner. His never been wrong sixth sense, told him something wasn’t right. He’d had an ache in his head all morning, a thumping jack hammer that that was still running on a full tank of gas. He didn’t know if it was the visit from Aragorn last night or the shit infested squirrel thieves chomping their way through his case load that had him wrapped like a coiled spring.
“You ok babe?” McAdam asked raising a beautifully sculptured eyebrow and stubbing out her cigar in the green metallic ashtray.
“Yeah, sure thing Doll”
“Do you think there’s any connection to the Ted Needham case?” she asked, waiting for any change or flicker in his eyes that would tell her he was holding back. Nothing.
“Nah, no connection, you can let go of that bone now, Sweetheart”
Gosling kept his voice steady and focused on those lethal red lips of hers. He was too long in this game not to know when he was being probed. He finger walked round the platter he’d ordered, picked up a juicy looking shrimp and put it in his mouth. He still focused on those lips, damn she was hot. Those lips had nearly made him combust this morning. A trickle of sweat slid down his brow and the uncomfortable bulge in his crotch had him adjusting his seat. Him and McAdam had been an item for ever, or it felt like it anyway, but it was the on-again, off- again variety. It was love, he recognised it, but knew it was the type that sooner or later would blow up in your face and he didn’t know if his one remaining kidney would survive. They carried on eating in silence.
The biggest of the three goons beckoned Darlene back over. She was tired, irritable and not in the mood to play nicely. She picked up her tray and snatched the empty glasses off Gosling and McAdam’s table as she went past. She had her pencil in her hand, instinct told her to go slow. She pushed the tip further down into her gripped fist, so it was hidden from the front.
“What can I get you guys?” she asked without dropping her glare.
The largest of the three suddenly lunged forward. A grizzly arm tightened around her neck and she gasped as the air was strangled from her chest.
“We got a party to go to and you’re the entertainment, sweet cakes” he whispered in her ear and the stench of week old sweat and stale pistachios made her nearly puke, or she would of done if his arm wasn’t so tight round her throat.
A second goon stepped in and wrapped an arm around her middle. “The Goddess has a craving for cute little cupcakes” he cackled hideously, sounding like a giant fur ball was lodged in his windpipe.
An almighty explosion tore through the building. The arm around Darlene’s middle fell back. She had no time to think, she just moved on impulse. Retrieving the pencil she jammed into the grizzly’s arm as far as she could. He screamed like a baby and loosened his grip just enough that she could push herself free. Then she dropped to the floor, out cold.
“What the hell” Gosling said as he wiped plaster debris and several over-cooked prawns off his coat. The sudden explosion had ripped a hole the size of a tanker through the back wall of the Burgundy Herring and tables and chairs had gone flying through the front windows.
“God damn it, these shoes were new” McAdam cursed standing unsteadily with only one heel still attached.
“You all there?” she shot a worried glance at Gosling.
“Yeah, but I think my hat didn’t make it” raising one side of his mouth in a reassuring grin.
They both glanced to the Herring’s newly made back entrance. Just in time to see Darlene being hoisted into the back of a blacked out SUV by two burly squirrels and a giant the size of a bear. They caught the banner on the side of the SUV that read ‘Needhams Party Supplies’. McAdam and Gosling both swallowed and didn’t say a word…….
To be continued by S. K. Nicholls