04-11-2017, 03:44 PM
Two gangsters sat in a black Cadillac Sixteen parked on Patronus Avenue outside a Nabu-themed pizza joint, each dressed in a three-peice-suit and matching bowler hat. They are young and handsome, and filled with easy confidence as they insult each other.
"You look like a vice principal from the first integrated high school," says the blonde. His old gangster name was Stabs, but now that he's a Gentleman Jack, Harlan says he should go by 'Bobby Stabs'.
"You look like a groupie wrangler for the Rat Pack," says his dark haired companion, a man now known as Jim the Gangster.
"You look like a street performer for a Goodfellas musical," says Bobby, flicking the rim of Jim's bowler hat. Jim readjusts his hat and scans the street.
"You look like a newsie that never found a new job" he replies, craning his neck around as he looked through the crowd. Bobby chuckles.
"You look like that one agent in the Matrix that just won't shut the fuck up about ska," the blonde says. Jim does not laugh. Instead, he points across the street at a pale yellow male Twi'lek stepping out of a Bentley.
The gangsters sit up in their seats while the Twi'lek looks over his shoulder nervously, his eyes passing over them. He hurries to his apartment, opens several locks, and steps inside quickly.
Bobby chuckles as he starts the black Cadillac.
"Hey," he says to Jim. "You got your seat belt on?"
"Huh? No, why?" Jim the Gangster asks idly.
Bobby Stabs crashes the Cadillac Sixteen headfirst into the Twi'leks car, caving in the driver's side door on the Bentley. Jim smashes his head on the dashboard.
"What the fuck, Stabs?" he asks politely, blood gushing from his nose.
Bobby calmly unbuckles his seat belt. "Yeah, no airbags in Harlan's cars, go figure?" he explains as he steps out.
A few passerby have stopped, but not as many as one might expect; in this neighborhood, it isn't healthy to gawk. Bobby whistles while Jim moans and wipes the blood off his face. The Bently's car alarm echos down Patronus Avenue.
The apartment door is thrown open, and the pale yellow Twi'lek rushes out onto the sidewalk, sputtering in rage. He is shirtless, with a thick gold chain running across his skinny chest. His eyes go wide as he sees his car.
"What-who the fuck hit my car?" he gasps, looking around wildly.
"Hey," says Bobby Stabs cordially. "Yeah, that's me, Bobby Stabs, no insurance, sorry. I'm in a bit of a rush, you see, I'm looking for my buddy, Vai'oni. You seen him? Little yellow Twi'lek? Sells drugs to kids?"
The Twi'lek's eyes dart around, but he remains silent for a moment, seemingly dumbstruck. Finally, he manages to summon all of his wit and channel it directly into Bobby's face.
"Fuck you."
Then, like a punch in the back of his head, the Twi'lek is punched in the back of his head.
Jim rubs his hand as he removes his knuckle duster. Bobby kicks the alien in the face as he sinks to his knees. Jim sighs.
"Fuck me?" Bobby asks the bloody alien. "Fuck ME?" he repeats, stomping the Twi'leks head with his loafers. "How about I fuck YOU? Huh, tough guy?"
Jim the Gangster turns away from the assault, smiling politely at a grumpy looking old dwarf woman. The old dwarf catches his eye, and nods.
"How about I fuck your head with this gun right here in the street?" the blonde asks the Twi'lek, who is currently incapable of answering back due to his broken jaw. The old dwarf woman turns and walks away.
Watching the assault from Vai'oni's apartment door are a pair of beautiful young Twi'lek girls in trashy outfits. One is blue and one is pink, but neither of them seem upset about watching Vai'oni get beaten. The pink one casts a glance at Jim, who smiles reflexively. The pink alien rolls her eyes.
Bobby drops the limp body of Vai'oni onto the sidewalk and spits on him. "Don't sell drugs to kids," he says, straightening his bowler hat. "He got the message, let's roll," he tells Jim.
Jim does not move, but continues staring at the pink and blue Twi'lek girls. Bobby follows his gaze.
"You too," he tells the girls.
***
"You look like a vice principal from the first integrated high school," says the blonde. His old gangster name was Stabs, but now that he's a Gentleman Jack, Harlan says he should go by 'Bobby Stabs'.
"You look like a groupie wrangler for the Rat Pack," says his dark haired companion, a man now known as Jim the Gangster.
"You look like a street performer for a Goodfellas musical," says Bobby, flicking the rim of Jim's bowler hat. Jim readjusts his hat and scans the street.
"You look like a newsie that never found a new job" he replies, craning his neck around as he looked through the crowd. Bobby chuckles.
"You look like that one agent in the Matrix that just won't shut the fuck up about ska," the blonde says. Jim does not laugh. Instead, he points across the street at a pale yellow male Twi'lek stepping out of a Bentley.
The gangsters sit up in their seats while the Twi'lek looks over his shoulder nervously, his eyes passing over them. He hurries to his apartment, opens several locks, and steps inside quickly.
Bobby chuckles as he starts the black Cadillac.
"Hey," he says to Jim. "You got your seat belt on?"
"Huh? No, why?" Jim the Gangster asks idly.
Bobby Stabs crashes the Cadillac Sixteen headfirst into the Twi'leks car, caving in the driver's side door on the Bentley. Jim smashes his head on the dashboard.
"What the fuck, Stabs?" he asks politely, blood gushing from his nose.
Bobby calmly unbuckles his seat belt. "Yeah, no airbags in Harlan's cars, go figure?" he explains as he steps out.
A few passerby have stopped, but not as many as one might expect; in this neighborhood, it isn't healthy to gawk. Bobby whistles while Jim moans and wipes the blood off his face. The Bently's car alarm echos down Patronus Avenue.
The apartment door is thrown open, and the pale yellow Twi'lek rushes out onto the sidewalk, sputtering in rage. He is shirtless, with a thick gold chain running across his skinny chest. His eyes go wide as he sees his car.
"What-who the fuck hit my car?" he gasps, looking around wildly.
"Hey," says Bobby Stabs cordially. "Yeah, that's me, Bobby Stabs, no insurance, sorry. I'm in a bit of a rush, you see, I'm looking for my buddy, Vai'oni. You seen him? Little yellow Twi'lek? Sells drugs to kids?"
The Twi'lek's eyes dart around, but he remains silent for a moment, seemingly dumbstruck. Finally, he manages to summon all of his wit and channel it directly into Bobby's face.
"Fuck you."
Then, like a punch in the back of his head, the Twi'lek is punched in the back of his head.
Jim rubs his hand as he removes his knuckle duster. Bobby kicks the alien in the face as he sinks to his knees. Jim sighs.
"Fuck me?" Bobby asks the bloody alien. "Fuck ME?" he repeats, stomping the Twi'leks head with his loafers. "How about I fuck YOU? Huh, tough guy?"
Jim the Gangster turns away from the assault, smiling politely at a grumpy looking old dwarf woman. The old dwarf catches his eye, and nods.
"How about I fuck your head with this gun right here in the street?" the blonde asks the Twi'lek, who is currently incapable of answering back due to his broken jaw. The old dwarf woman turns and walks away.
Watching the assault from Vai'oni's apartment door are a pair of beautiful young Twi'lek girls in trashy outfits. One is blue and one is pink, but neither of them seem upset about watching Vai'oni get beaten. The pink one casts a glance at Jim, who smiles reflexively. The pink alien rolls her eyes.
Bobby drops the limp body of Vai'oni onto the sidewalk and spits on him. "Don't sell drugs to kids," he says, straightening his bowler hat. "He got the message, let's roll," he tells Jim.
Jim does not move, but continues staring at the pink and blue Twi'lek girls. Bobby follows his gaze.
"You too," he tells the girls.
***