“Let’s Party!” – SS.

 

For the crew of Hell’s Kitchen, the Masked Ball of Greed turned out to be a fizzer before they could even get in the door.  So, what do you do when you are all dressed up and no place to go?  Throw your own party!

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The roar of the roadster could be heard coming up the cobblestone drive of Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory, with the scent of pizza and garlic bread wafting from inside the car. The horn beeped twice, as the Doctor shut off the engine. “Well, wasn’t quite the night I had hoped, but this…this is my kinda after party. Pizza and twister!” Yes, the crew were going to be in for a night of fun till the wee hours, eating Mario’s pizza and playing that family fun floor game Twister.

From inside the lab, Igor came running out to see that the roadster was back. He was a bit curious as to why they were back so early. The Doctor who had already gotten out and was making his way to the back of the roadster to hand Loc the 50 or so pizza boxes, laughed loudly when he saw Igor’s gob smacked expression.

“Master….what happened? Why all the pizza?”

“Because my ever faithful humpy. The Greed Ball was a Ball room Blitz. In every sense of the word. We were locked out, and then everyone ran helter skelter out into the town. I dare say that Greed is going to be closed for renovations for some time.”

If the Doctor was at all upset about the whole thing, he didn’t seem it. Passing Loc five pizza boxes at a time. Loc was very agile at managing to juggle the towering boxes of pizza. The Doctor went to open the doors for Roxanne and Narcissa and sung out. “Don’t leave the garlic bread in the car…you know how much it can stink up the place. Ah ha ha!”

Once the girls had the sides, the bottles of soda and garlic bread, the four would all head inside to have a good night after all.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been slightly disappointed by the Ball being a bit of a letdown, but she really didn’t let it show. She had remained happy and cheerful throughout the entirety of their trip, singing and dancing along in the vehicle along the way. Keeping everyone in good spirits was important, especially when they had something like Loc with them. She made sure to keep him entertained and happy with the things he liked most, boobs. Thankfully, that was rather easily accomplished thanks to her outfit. They were practically popping out already!

Everything was saved from disaster though, thanks to the quick thinking of the lovely Doctor. It would be a private pizza party! Food, booze, dancing, singing, stripping, who knows! It could all happen! She was surely to keep lively and skipped about happily, not minding Loc’s precision aim on her bouncing betties. Once they were all situated and had all the items in place, she clapped her hands together in excitement. “It’s party time everyone!” She went ahead and blew on a party confection, which made a silly buzzing sound. It would be wise to make the best out of this little party, or at least that’s what she felt she should do.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s disappointment faded rather quickly…almost as soon as she had situated herself in the roadster, she had planted a permanent grin on her face. Her mood remained giddy while she listened to Loc and Roxanne having fun, her bodacious boobies keeping his eyes glued and smile big. With their finally getting back to Hell’s Kitchen, they had bought tons of pizza; all of which she would gladly eat if nobody else did. Narcissa was like a bottomless pit, and she wondered if Loc would be the same way. Completely excited upon exiting the car, she laughed at the good Doctor’s jokes and puns. Nodding her head while the two girls were told to carry items themselves, Narcissa gladly took as much as she could carry. The nurse’s statement about it being time to party granted the monster a laugh, squealing in excitement while they were all shuffled into the place. “I’m good at Twister and pizza!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Good Doctor held the door open for each of his crew to pass though in turn. Roxanne and Igor, and of course the creation Loc with the mountain of pizza along with the squealing Narcissa – who declared she was good at Twister and Pizza. That earned her a right cheeky smack on the backside as she was the last to enter the Laboratory. As the Doctor was about to go inside, he turned over the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED DUE TO PIZZA PARTY” (aha) and then closed the door behind him. He strolled in and whipped off his top hat, tossing it without even looking and landing with a light spin on the hat rack. Talk about marksman like aim.

There was a long table in the recreation room, along with a fifties style juke box and a bar. Everything the crew needed to have themselves their own fancy ball. There would be dancing, there would be horror – if Igor tried to sing along. Oh the night was still young. The Doctor was still wearing his mask, and as soon as Narcissa set down her pizza boxes, he would slam his fist down on the top of the juke box, as a record swung over into place.

Music filled the room, along with the outdoor party lighting all bursting into colour. A disco ball dropped down from the ceiling and started to rotate – sending flashing lights all over the room. Wilhelm pulled on his tie and it loosened slightly, giving him a very roguish air. He may not have been a Prince of hell….but this man knew how to party.

“Let’s party like it’s 1969!….Babies!”

The Doctor reached for Narcissa’s hand and twirled her around the room.

Loc already had a mouth full of pizza and was leaning his head on Roxanne’s boobies…..The creation was in heaven. Igor was trying to lay out the twister mat, and every time that the Doctor and Narcissa swung past, he got knocked flat onto the mat.

Oh what a night!

 

 

~RB~

Three’s company – GS.

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Scene setting : Big Joe’s Pizzeria

co-written with VunG.

VunG : Why in the world was she doing this? Elissa wasn’t getting paid for this, there were no suspects that she wanted to see convicted, and she’d barely known the victim. Well… it was a very slow month, only one job involving an idiot trying to figure out if his wife was sleeping with his boss; the answer to which was the same as the question about bears shitting in the woods. But that wasn’t enough, it wasn’t like she went out of her way to solve every little problem that crossed the police department’s path; in fact it was a rare day that they called her in simply because they needed an interpreter just to communicate. It wasn’t just that it was a police officer that had been killed; again it was something she helped with where possible, but she couldn’t be everywhere at once.

No… it was probably because she could tell without a shadow of a doubt that poor old Frank was as innocent as the day he was born. Or at least in this subject. Sighing as she sat on a bench just outside, she opened up her wallet and looked to see the picture of Elissa and her beloved Andrew together prominent in one of the screens. What a mess. Seemed like everyone’s life was falling apart these days. Looking back up, she looked at the two men talking, not really bothering to eavesdrop or watch them. Really, she’d just been passing through and decided to stick around when she noticed that Frank was on the verge of getting himself into trouble. She wanted to be there to bail him out if things went south; she may not be going through the same thing as him, but unbeknownst to most people she handled it about as well. It was just that she was better at keeping it all private. 

Eventually she decided that it would look bad if they noticed her just sitting there like some sort of creeper, or if they decided to think that she was investigating the matter of Rory’s death against them. Because that wasn’t the case, not by a long shot. And… Frank needed a friend.

Pulling her coat tighter (same one from the picture) and ensuring that her grey scarf covered her scar, she went on in, looking around the pizzeria thoughtfully, withstanding a welcome from Big Joe which she’d return with a thin smile and a wave. She went up to the counter and pulled out a small notepad, the click of her pen surprisingly loud even within the pizzeria, and she wrote down her order of an imported beer for herself. Once she had it, she turned around and sat down at a table not far from the guys, giving them a kind wave as she went about the process of slowly whittling away her drink, internally debating whether to come right out and ‘say’ what she was there for or to just wait for them to notice her.





Razorbackwriter : Big Joe was not only known for his pizzas. His hospitality and warmth knew no bounds. With the Italian decor, and solid brick pizza ovens – the Pizzeria was like a little bit of Italy in the middle of New York. A big man with large hairy arms, he would often greet his favorite patrons with a welcoming hug, or in the case of Elissa he would voice his welcome from the back, his voice carrying across the other patrons, so no one missed a new diner. After putting another pizza in the wood fired oven, Big Joe read the female detective’s note requesting an imported beer and went to get it for her. Big Joe personally went to place it on the table where she sat – which was not all that far from Tommy Xo and Frank Malone.

With Big Joe passing Frank and Tommy again, it was Tommy who first noticed Elissa enter the pizzeria. Though he had not had much of a repoire with Elissa, he knew that Frank did. At this point, Frank had his head in his hands. The overwhelming feeling of guilt was returning again. This was not uncommon, as he blamed himself for pretty much everything that had happened. The stinging barbs from his ex wife who took his beloved son with her to live in Connecticut, had totally destroyed his self esteem. It was why he drank so much. Tommy raised his hand to ask Big Joe for a pot of black coffee to be brought over, and then reached out to give Frank a nudge.

“We got company.” He said, gesturing with his head towards the direction of Elissa.

Frank grunted as he pulled his hands away from his face, and then turned his head just enough to see Elissa seated at one of the nearby tables. God, what would she think of him….seeing him like this. It could be worse though. If Tommy hadn’t shown up when he did, Frank would have definitely gone on a total bender and then ended up barfing up his stomach in one of the back alleys. No one should see that.

Big Joe brought over the coffee pot and poured Frank a cup of straight black – no sugar. Tommy took the cup and saucer as Frank tried to get to his feet unsteadily and make his way over to Elissa’s table. His worn leather shoes scuffed along the floor, as he wasn’t picking his feet up properly. Frank reached out and caught the top of the chair with his right hand and dragged it away from the table to take a seat.

“May I?” He asked if he could join her, but was already doing so – as Tommy followed and placed down the coffee cup and saucer in front of Frank. The cup clinked gently as it was placed on the table. Tommy pulled a chair from another table, but straddled it so that he could rest his arms on the back and face the pair. The reporter spotted the imported brand of beer, and gave a polite nod. “Good drop that one.” He said, before reaching out with his hand to shake Elissa’s.“Tommy Xo. I’m a friend of Frank’s.”

Frank mumbled something as he raised the coffee cup to his lips, then blew on the brew before taking a sip. it was a bit too hot and he set the cup down pretty quickly, spilling some of it’s contents into the saucer. “God dammit.” He hated being seen like this. “Bit late for you to be out and about, Elissa. Working…on.. on a new case?” Little did he know that she was chasing the same ghosts he was.

Tommy eased back slightly, his right eyebrow moving upward slightly as he was curious about this lady detective. The trio all had a lot in common. There had been a lot of strange goings on in the city, and he believed it was all linked. But not even the FBI would believe the stories he had heard. Tommy couldn’t help but interject.

“People talking about cars and industrial bins being thrown about….by invisible forces.” It sounded incredulous. “Can you believe that shit?”

~RB~

“Bring me another beer, Joe” – GS

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Setting – Big Joe’s Pizzeria.

Detective Moss pocketed his cell phone, after speaking to Tommy Xo. The latest partner of Detective Frank Malone was not at all into these after work drinking sessions, and he had a wife and kid waiting for him. Frank was already on his sixth beer, and had finished off one of Big Joe’s Meat lover’s pizzas. With the ballgame up on the big screen, Frank was on a roll, and letting off some much needed steam. This was all too much for John Moss. He tossed down a few ten dollar bills, and then grabbed his coat. Frank glanced up at him with a drunken sneer.

“The little woman waiting, Moss?” Typically, Frank always seemed to dig at the fact that John was a married man and had a life outside the force, unlike Frank. Moss simply shook his head and finished putting on his coat. He hates seeing his partner like this, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea to leave him on his own – hence him calling Tommy.

“Yeah, and she makes better company than you, Frank. Do me and the department a favor and get some help? Okay? Tommy is on his way over, I gotta get going.”

Frank laughed loudly. Great. Tommy was having to come down. No doubt that was going to cause dramas with whatever lady he had been with that night. “I don’t need some god dammed baby sitter, Moss. I’m…perfectly fine. Joe! Another beer!” he sung out, though his words were starting to slur. Big Joe, named for obvious reasons came out and shook his head at his good customer and long time friend. “I thinka…you have enough, Frank.” He wiggled a finger at Frank, which only brought about more laughter from the Detective. “Now…now Joe. I can walk a straight line…and find my nose….if I had to.” Frank then tried to touch his nose…unsuccessfully.

“Good night, Frank.” Detective Moss said, turning to walk away, just as Tommy entered the Pizzeria. Course Frank saw him and rolled his eyes. It was not that he didn’t enjoy Tommy’s company, he just hated to have him give him the riot act.

Tommy sighed and then patted Moss’s shoulder as he passed him in the entrance. “I got this.” Tommy said, as Frank got up unsteadily from his bar stool and opened his arms out like a long lost brother.

“Tommy!…..You shouldn’t have come down here. I ….I was about to call a cab. Pizza?” He slurred, then offering Tommy a slice, as the reporter sat on down next to him. Tommy shook his head. “Just barely finished dinner and an argument with Tamika.” Tommy had had to leave the dinner that Tamika made to come rescue his friend, and there were some pretty harsh words said, along with a few broken dinner plates. Hearing this made Frank cringe. “Ah shit. Tamika cooked again?” he asked, getting out his wallet and tossing some notes down on the bar top for Joe.

“Dinner was a disaster from the get go, Frank.” Tommy admitted, before looking at his friend with concern.

“Dude…you gotta clean up your act. Drinking every night. Come on, you’re better than this.” It was the truth and both men knew it. Though to Frank, this was his way of coping. Big Joe’s was his buddy’s favorite haunt back in the day. Why, there were even pictures of the two detectives on the walls. It was a second home to both men….now, just to Frank.

“If only that night never happened.” Frank said, recollecting the night that his partner died. The look on Frank’s face was one of sorrow and regret. “I lost everything….that night.”

Tommy’s face became stern as he watched his friend. How many years had it been? Frank’s marriage, and his job as well as his reputation ruined. Tommy was constantly searching for clues and leads. it was why he went to those dark alleys. It was why he made friends with the homeless…the bottom ladder of the people of New York. To find out….who killed Detective Rory Lismore….and why? It led both men on a quest, but one that Frank was having trouble keeping focused on.

“I know what I saw that night, Tommy. I know it like it’s tattooed inside my mind. But no one believes me. They think I’m crazy.”

“I don’t, Frank. And together, we are going to solve this – if it’s the last thing I do.”

The two men sat in silence, as outside a shadow hovered by the doorway till spiriting away into the night.

~RB~