Who: Jack and OTA What: Fourth festivities Where: Town square When: July 4, noon Status: Incomplete Rating: TBD Notes: TBD
Jack was having a fine time during the 4th. It was one of his favorite holidays to tell the truth. Yeah, granted, he had to be in town, around all kinds of people, but there was good food and many ways to scare people off. Like what he was currently doing.
Some stupid kid had stuck his snotty hand in the plate of BBQ pork ribs. The ruckus that it had caused brought Jack's attention from his beer and noon nap in the middle of the 'pit' to the college girl and the small child. Then the parents joined in. The college girl was cussing them up and down both sides like some kind of sailor freight train of curse words. The parents were screaming at her to shut-up, that the near to teen boy didn't know any better.
Jack sighed, dropping his feet from the edge of the table and getting up out of his chair to wander on over. He took a sip of his beer, debated on spitting it into the father's face, but swallowed instead. "Alright, calm down. No one should be yelling like this 'cept me." He raised a brow as the parents asked who the 'hell he was.' Yeah, this was going to be fun. He smirked, "Jack Forrester, your worst nightmare. I take little porky kids like yours, fillet them up, and put 'em on the grills. Now if'n you don't want anymore trouble, I'd suggest you take that snotty plate, give me $10 for the waste of it, and leave town. Now." Of course his speech was accompanied by his most annoyed look and flash of his badge.
Needless to say in five more minutes Jack was back in his chair, feet propped back up, $10 richer, and had a fresh beer in his hand. The day was going swell already.