Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Designed Memories ❯ Another Round? ( Chapter 3 )

CH 3: Another Round?

 

We walked the 10 blocks to O'Brien's slipping in and to a booth off to the side. I let Jaster slip in the booth before I did. I was about to take my seat.

 

“Duo Maxwell, how long has it been?” I cringed at that familiar voice and caught Charlie rolling his eyes as he pretended to search the menu.

 

I spun around forcing a grin on my face. “Hey Trish! How you been girl? I was gonna-”

 

The slap reverberated in the bar causing the other patrons to give a look our way. I opened my mouth stretching out the stinging flesh.

 

“Don't even try to give me some lame excuse. You are an asshole Duo. A fucking asshole!” She pushed me causing me to stumble and fall into the booth next to Jaster as she stormed away in a fit of anger. Granted the sight of her leaving wasn't a bad one, but I'd already had that, and I wasn't about doing the same thing twice.

 

“Whoa.” Cliff added. Charlie was engrossed in his menu reading.

 

“Heh, forgot she worked during the day on weekdays.” I rubbed my cheek. “Hm, guess I shoulda called her.”

 

“Why did she hit you?” Jaster asked peering at me with innocent eyes.

 

“Well you see I…Ow!” I was delivered a hard kick to the shin and simultaneous glared threat from Charlie. I chuckled looking back to Jaster. “It's complicated.”

 

“Oh.” Jaster said as if that was good enough explanation for him. It was good he was kinda slow and gave up easily on certain things.

 

“Is it really complicated?” Cliff whispered to Charlie, obviously as clueless as Jaster.

 

“Yes Cliff, it's really complicated.” Charlie sighed rolling his eyes.

 

Lucky for us L.T. was our server for dinner. He was the owner, reminded me a lot of Ty the Tank. Guy was fuckin huge, but pretty docile, well unless one was to get on his bad side, which took a lot. Course that didn't mean I was without lecture for my discrepancies. He wasn't too harsh since our construction team helped build the place and brought it a major portion of its business. We had a few rounds of drinks prior to eating, well minus Jaster as he wasn't quite of age.

 

The food was a greasy mess of delicious and the four of us cleared our plates, Jaster and Cliff both trying to pick off Charlie and my plates, as they were bottomless pits of doom. I amazingly didn't spill a single thing on the outfit Charlie lent me. Cliff and Jaster stayed for bit after eating then took it upon themselves to leave.

 

“You aren't going to be out late right?” Cliff asked as we all stood next to the booth we had once occupied.

 

“No.” Charlie responded.

 

“You're going to ask him about…”

 

“Yes Cliff now go home and work on your stupid play book.” He pushed Cliff away from us and towards the door.

 

Jaster hugged me tightly, too tightly, as I struggled to breathe again. “Come visit again soon Uncle Duo.”

 

“Yeah…. I'll do that.” I grunted feeling the blood rush to my face unable to transfer anywhere else as Jaster was cutting off my circulation. He released me letting me pant in a breath.

 

Charlie was attacked by Jaster just as he finished learning to breathe after Cliff's most resent affections. I pitied him. Jaster was bad, but Cliff was a fuckin monster. Charlie was left panting in air again as tweedle dee and tweedle dumb left the bar. We shared our pain in a moment of locked eyes.

 

“How?” I gasped the word to him.

 

“Your stupidity…. rubbed…. off on me.”

 

I pulled a sour face. The fact he could shoot me sarcasm after nearly being crushed twice by the devote love from the two irked me. I was still learning to think.

 

“Ey Sandman!” The call from J-Rod found us. Charlie stepped aside and Joey cocked an eyebrow looking at me before a `o' took his lips. “Ah, Pitbull, see you stayed at Sandman's place again. Lookin nice there bro.” He grinned giving me his approval. Granted I hadn't borrowed Charlie's clothes that much, but enough everyone knew when I stayed there, course it was a stark contrast compared to my usual attire.

 

“Yeah, how's it goin J-Rod?” Charlie grunted getting back to his normal, I on my way as well.

 

“Awesome! Come on guys you gotta check out this fine lady I got outside. Been working on her for months.” Before Charlie and I could respond and settle into our normal state, J-Rod had a hold of his arm pulling him outside, which in turn he grabbed my arm to drag me with as well. We hit the streets, the sun nearly setting in the artificial sky.

 

My face lit up and instantly I was too the shining black beast. “No fuckin way J-Rod. No fuckin way! 1967 Ford Mustang aw shit man!” I let my hands slide across the smooth finish, the inside was all leather, but encrusted with the original décor for that time.

 

“Hell yeah, she's got a standard 4.6L block, Keasler Racing engine. I assembled the bottom end of the 281ci screamer using a forged steel crank, crower rods, clevite bearings, and 8.5:1 JE pistons with total seal rings. On the top end I got a set of heads from the Ford GT fitted with comp cams valves, FMS cams, and Jesel rockers. The custom-designed intake is fed through two 72mm accufab throttle bodies and sees 12 psi of boost from two 76mm turbonetics turbos with Newgen wastegates. With an 8,700-rpm redline you gotta have a stick. A T56 six-speed transmission from G-Force Racing I used to back up the modular. Dude at 60 mph, the engine is only turning 2,200 rpm.”

 

“No shit!” I turned on J-Rod. The two of us getting lost in technical details and going from muscle cars to hot rods and inevitably Gundams. Running over spec's and changes that I made for better efficiency. I glanced over at Charlie who had little to no interest in our conversation. J-Rod and I got a long really well in the aspect that we were both grease monkeys.

 

“You two are perfect for each other. I'm going to get a drink”

 

J-Rod and I looked at each other with cocked heads, before quickly following Charlie inside knowing we wanted to drink too.

 

“Hey! Shoulda figured this is where you would be.” The three of us stopped looking behind us seeing the approaching pair.

 

“What the fuck? The hell is Jinks doin with that fuckin douche.” I snorted under my breath.

 

“Eh, yeah he fuckin totally blew me off today. What the fuck is that shit?” J-Rod seemed just as annoyed.

 

“I swear to god, it's almost painful to be the only intelligent person out of all of us.”

 

J-Rod and I were both looking at Charlie for an explanation.

 

“If you're too stupid to figure it out I'm not helping you.” Charlie went inside leaving J-Rod and I clueless and confused.

 

“Oh, looks like Sandman hit ya two in your weak point.” The two of us cast our confused gaze to Adam. “Your heads.” He explained shaking his head at us.

 

“Hey, wait a fuckin minute!” J-Rod snapped.

 

“You just call me stupid?” I added.

 

“Yeah sure did.” Adam laughed walking between the two of us. We glared at him as he passed and then even more so at his flunky.

 

“Good evening gentleman.” Young said pompous as ever.

 

A snarl coated my face as my hands burned to grab the mini Yuy. J-Rod pushed me back from the smaller man.

 

“Let's get inside. Sandman's prolly gotta drink for us and you can finish tellin me how you increased the speed on Deathsythe's already maxed output.”

 

“Oh dude, it was fuckin awesome.” I already forgot about the anger and was immediately engrossed in conversation with J-Rod again. We went to a table in the middle of the bar, our normal table. J-Rod and I absorbed in our engaging conversation.

 

“What are they talkin bout?” Adam asked Charlie.

 

“I don't speak grease monkey.” Charlie instantly responded drinking on a beer.

 

Adam laughed. “Yeah it is a pretty hard language to learn. I don't know I guess I just like being with real women and people rather then with some car or machine.”

 

Joey and my conversation halted, as we looked shocked to Adam.

 

“Oh now you've insulted their god. You're a dead man Jinks.” Charlie said refilling his glass with one of the four pitchers we had on the table.

 

“Dude I'm just saying.” Jinks held up his hands in defense.

 

“How can you even say that? Fuck that, real women are a pain in the ass.” I grunted back rubbing my cheek while drinking my beer then stealing the pitcher from Charlie refilling my beer. He gave me a slight glare. Young was across from me, to the right of him Adam, Charlie at the head, then Joey and back to me. There was a pitcher closer, but I wanted his leaving him stranded on his end with no beer.

 

“Heh, you forgot Trish worked during the day. Man she is one fine lookin piece, but she's feisty as shit. I'm sure you were an asshole about it anyway and got what you deserved.” Adam smirked. Trish had ducked out at some point earlier. She only worked the day shift and L.T. took over at night since the place was pretty slow weeknights.

 

“Fuck that, I let the bitch ride on my dick. Who gives a shit about anything else? That shit is an honor man.”

 

“Every woman in this colony has had a ride on your dick Pitbull. Not so much an honor as you're a whore.” Charlie added on with a little bit of attitude.

 

“Fuck that. I'm picky bout that shit. I don't let just any woman touch my junk.” I defended.

 

“Yeah, I gotta take Pitbull's side there. Man, he only gets the finest chicks. Fuckin wish I was a gundam pilot.” J-Rod sighed.

 

“Yeah man, I mean look at Yuy, he's got the president wrapped around his pinky. Gundam pilots got all the luck.”

 

“Psht, you got that shit ass backwards Jinks. Bet ya guy had to fuckin get on his knees and beg to come here. Lena's got a tight leash on that motherfucker. Fuckin crack that whip.” I laughed. Having had a closish relationship with President Relena Dorlan I was prone to calling her Lena. It threw the guys off at first since they had never met her, not even Adam, but they got used to it as they did to all my oddities.

 

“I could see that. I mean look at Young here. If he's as much like Yuy as you say, then that guy's prolly whipped like a bitch. Surprised your women let you out today little guy.” J-Rod cackled and I followed suite. His woman was not a girlfriend or anything as much as it was his mom he stayed with. Course the kid was only 19 and she wasn't too healthy, but that didn't mean we wouldn't attack him for it. We were cruel especially so to those we don't like. Granted only Joey and I really hated him. Charlie disliked him, but would put up with him. Everyone else pretty much liked him.

 

My laughter subsided as Young stared at me. His brown eyes never wavering throughout the conversation. It was getting on my nerves nearly as much as his presence. “You got something you wanna say there Young. Cause I'm getting awful tired of you starin at me. Oh wait, never mind. I get it. You're just in awe something this perfect can exist in the world.” I grinned holding my arms out on either side of me.

 

“Ha!” Adam butt in before Young could reply. “You only look so good cause Sandman dressed your sorry ass.”

 

“But I do look good.”

 

“Looks can be deceiving. You're still an idiot.” Charlie cut in.

 

“Yeah well all I gotta do is look good to get a fine ass chick to come home with me.”

 

“Shit all ya gotta do is drop yer fuckin name to take a fine ass chick home.” J-Rod grumbled.

 

“Well first some fine ass chicks need to fuckin come here. All this talk is makin my better half excited.”

 

“Scum doesn't have a better half.”

 

The table fell silent as we all looked to Young.

 

“Awkward.” J-Rod muttered in a high voice next to me.

 

I glared death at Young momentarily before a smile came on my lips. He was kinda like Yuy, but different in the fact Yuy would have hit me somewhere personal, very personal, and it would have been brutal. That's the way Yuy and I battled. All of us pilots knew of each others pasts. Curiosity spurred us on. There was no way I was going to fight next to a guy I didn't have details on and we all thought the same way. Each of us had our own pasts, but only Yuy and I aired each others to get a rise from the other.

 

“Nother round guys?” I asked brushing Young's comment off.

 

“I'll help you out.” Charlie said rising with me as the others agreed to another round, though Young remained silent but gave no move to leave.

 

Charlie and I got to the bar ordering four more pitchers.

 

“I need a favor.” Charlie said flatly. My mind circled itself and a moment flashed to the front.

 

“Hm, shoulda guessed when Cliff said something bout you asking me something.”

 

Charlie looked at me. “It's amazing that you can focus on such little details when you can barely focus on anything.”

 

“I have hidden talents.”

 

“No you have no talents. Just brief moments of clarity in an endless pool of stupid.”

 

“Maybe!”

 

“God you make this too easy. Anyway, Jaster's going to be going to your place on Friday. Cliff is letting him know now, or is suppose to be. Regardless you're taking him for the weekend.”

 

“What? What the fuck is that shit? Like not tomorrow, but the next day Friday? No way man! I can't take Jaster at my place, it's too small and how am I suppose to get ass when I gotta watch a fuckin rugrat?”

 

“Cliff and I decided to stay home for our anniversary.” Charlie said glaring at me.

 

“Oh shit that's right it's fuckin August! Shit Friday's the 24th. Shit it's your ten year one. How could I forget?” I muttered grabbing two of the pitchers my anger immediately gone

 

“Because you forget everything.” Charlie gave a smirk. “I didn't expect you to remember anyway. Just look after Jaster this weekend for us alright. I would ask someone else, but you know how Jaster is and it's not like you have any plans that can't be broken.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. It's no prob. Sandman. I can take care of `im, since I seem to be your only friend with no life.” I didn't argue. I didn't really mind Jaster and Charlie was a great friend. Cliff wasn't soo bad either and I really didn't have a life.

 

“Great.” Charlie pushed the other two pitchers to me. “I need to get home, Cliff should be done telling Jaster and working on his play book.”

 

“Wait you can't just…” I was talking to no one as Charlie was walking to the door already. I gave a laugh to myself. He was like that sometimes. Got his shit done and left. Course I didn't blame him. I could be the same way. I did find it funny that he usually stayed out when Cliff was working on his playbook. Either hung out with friends or was chilling at O'Brien's. Charlie obviously had an interest and knowledge of football, but Cliff didn't care about any of that. There was no giving him advice or pointing out any flaw unless you were ready to get into a major fight with him. I learned the hard way and nearly got my head taken off when I stumbled across it and criticized a play. When football was the subject it was best to leave Cliff alone.

 

I wrapped my arms around the pitchers and strategically made it to the table. “Thanks for all the help douche bags.”

 

“Well, Mr. Perfect. I figured you could handle it.”

 

I snorted at Adams comment taking Charlie's seat and refilling my glass. “Why can't all the sarcastic asses leave?”

 

“Cause then the conversation would be dull, specially if it was just you talking.”

 

“I hate you Jinks.”

 

“I know.” He smirked filling his glass and drinking as we all were. The three of us started in a stupid conversation about nothing in particular, Young listening silently the entire time.

 

“Aw give me a fuckin beer! Fuck you gotta fuckin be kiddin me! Fuck women!” A new patron invaded my old seat.

 

“Seriously, strippers only lead to trouble there 6-inch.”

 

“Oh well thanks for tha….whoa, stayed at Sandman's huh?” Yoshi nodded looking over at me.

 

“Yeah, that obvious?”

 

“Well, you look like a fuckin hobo most the time.”

 

“Oh like any you guys dress any better on your day off.”

 

J-Rod was in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. Adam was wearing jeans and a Guinness beer shirt. Yoshi who'd just come in was in black leather pants and a black dress shirt half unbuttoned, he was actually looking pretty sharp playing the bad boy image. Young was in khaki shorts and a collared black T-shirt, but he didn't count as a person so I wasn't including him. They all looked down at themselves then at each other and finally to me.

 

“Yeah we all dress better than you.” Adam was the one to respond for all of them.

 

“Shut up, what's your problem anyway Yosh?” It was time to change the subject.

 

“Eh, you know Candy, the chick I been datin since last week. Well that bitch says she wants to have a threesome and I'm like fuck yeah. So I say why not Dixie.”

 

“Dixie is the brunette you been screwin on the side right?” J-Rod intervened

 

“Yeah, so…”

 

“Candy's the blonde with the fake rack?”

 

“Yeah Jinks. Shit, keep up man.” Yoshi shot irritated, Adam rolled his eyes. “So anyway, she fuckin freaks out and shit sayin all this shit like I like Dixie better and I'm cheating on her.”

 

“But you are cheating on her.” My words sober.

 

“That's not the point!” Yoshi was flustered. “Whatever, its bullshit. Bitch fuckin threw me out her place. Just got done movin all my shit in with Dixie.”

 

The three of us laughed. Yoshi was always like that, get dissed by one chick immediately hitch up with another. I never understood why he didn't just get a place of his own and be a one-night stand man like myself, but I guess he was always searching for love and definitely in all the wrong places.

 

“So you hear Yuy touched down here this afternoon.” Yoshi said staring at me. “Shit's gonna be weird when you see each other right?”

 

“Eh so that's why you dissed me today Jinks. Shit man, but 6-Inch's got a point. Gonna be messed up when you two meet.” Joey added.

 

I gave a sour smile. “Shit's got nothing to do with me.” There was a noticeable edge to my voice.

 

“Heh, come on guys. We're talkin bout Pitbull here. Guys got the attention span of a special-ed kid in a room full of jingling keys.”

 

My fist connected with Adams arm. “Dude! I'm not fuckin retarded.”

 

“Could have fooled me. I guess it's that blank expression you always have on your face when you're putting up beams. I know what's going threw your head too. `Oh, it's so shiny.'” Adam was rolling, as were the other two at the table. Even Young gave a laugh.

 

“Shaddup. The only reason I have that stupid expression is cause I'm here drinking with you fucks all night.”

 

“Don't blame the booze cause yer an idiot.” J-Rod laughed.

 

“Well, this conversation is so stimulating, I think I'm gonna have to take my leave.” I grunted slamming my umpteenth beer and feeling slightly more than drunk.

 

“Yeah, the hell you are. You're just drunk enough now you want to get some ass.” J-Rod grumbled in his beer.

 

“I'll give ya the details tomorrow.” I smirked throwing some bills on the table for tip.

 

“You better asshole!” Yoshi yelled to me as I left. I hit the street, which was still full of people. It took me little less than twenty minutes to find a woman to my standards.