Miguel Aguilar (mashermanos) wrote in ofourowndevice, @ 2013-05-29 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 07-07-13, miguel |
Who: Miguel
When: 3:30 AM
Where: Indio, CA and then eventually the hotel lobby.
Miguel sat at the bar facing the dance floor. He watched others dance and have fun with their friends as he gulped down his third shot of tequila. Normally he didn't drink but given the situation, he really needed it... and besides, his new fake I.D. had to come in handy sometime.
Heck, he didn't even know he was going to be out tonight. This morning he thought tonight would be another movie night in the motel. Maybe he'd crack open the dictionary and study some new words just like the past two nights. However, he had the urge to go out, though his new employer, or rather one of his new employer’s lackeys, Nicolas, strongly encouraged him to stay in.
"Hey sexy, you look pretty lonely tonight." It was the third girl of the evening... In retrospect, he probably should have tried going to a gay club. Too bad he was too frightened to go. He had wanted someone to go with him but he barely knew anyone in Indio, CA. It was his first time in the States. But that fact alone didn't have to stop him from going out... right? And besides, he’d been cooped up for far too long. Anyways, right now he had to deal with the girl hitting on him. She was currently leaning into the bar and purposely pushing her arms tightly beside her breasts to make them seem huger than they already were. Miguel was about to roll his eyes but stopped himself. Instead, he asked her straight to her face... "Que?"
"Damn... I ain't gonna waste my time on some wanna-be looking white dude!" That was easier than expected. With the first two girls he had to speak way more Spanish. And even with that, one girl tried body language while the other even searched for a translator. "Tch, pendeja. Ni siquiera me conoces", he mumbled then ordered another tequila. It was probably time to start heading back to the motel.
He downed his tequila and lazily took money out from his wallet to pay the bartender. “Thanks, keep the change.” Miguel stood up to leave but quickly took his seat back. Miedra. His most recent heist victim just walked in with… a bodyguard? Calmado. “On second thought, may I have another?” he addressed the bartender as he kept a close eye on both men. He watched them stop a waitress and pull out a piece a paper. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but knew exactly what was happening. He had to get out of there.
Can’t head to the exit. They’re to close and would definitely notice him. He gulped down the tequila as soon as it arrived, threw the money on the counter and headed for the restroom. Once there, he dialed Nicolas. Miguel explained the situation as calmly as possible. He wanted to book it back to Mexico. However, it was difficult enough for Nicolas to have sneaked Miguel across the border the first time. And who knew if the main boss liked Miguel enough to waste more resources on getting him back to the States though his first job was a success.
Nicolas told him to head to Las Vegas (for it was the location of the next heist) and to call back in about an hour for an update. Miguel felt somewhat better now that he had some idea of what to do. He rushed out of the restroom and spotted the two men walking towards the bartender. He hurriedly walked towards the exit, hiding behind anyone he could. Miguel glanced back as he exited the building. Good to go. It was a matter of time before the club was searched top to bottom for him. He hopped in the car and headed north.
An hour passed by so it was time to give Nicolas a call. Miguel pulled over to call but it went straight to voicemail, which, to his surprise, was a direct message to him.
[Hey Miguel! You are one of the best burglars I’ve come across! Nice work. Anyways, I suggest you stop heading to Las Vegas since Mr. Wallace decided to call the cops when he got an anonymous tip. Usually I don’t give heads up but I really like you. Hope to see you again! If you don’t get caught and deported back to Mexico that is.]
Miguel launched his phone with pure fury into the darkness. He slammed the door shut and planted his head on the car. That bastard! This whole time… Never had this happened before. It was always caught before he got in too deep. He slumped down to the floor. All that money… gone… just when he thought he could finally stick to one employer. And the police was after him in the States.
”Como diablos voy a sostener a mi familia ahora?!”
No time to be pissed. He had to figure out his next move. First, he had to start heading south. The cops are expecting him to be in Las Vegas so it’s time to turn around. Miguel quickly stood back up and pulled the door handle. Seriously? Did he really just lock himself out? Yes, he did.
Stuck in the middle of the desert. Great. Wait… there’s a light in the distance. Faint, but there. Maybe he can rest for a couple hours and get help in the morning. He was almost there when there was an unexpected downpour. He started sprinting when there was a flash of lightning and a loud roar of thunder. Miguel pushed open the doors... A hotel? In the middle of nowhere? Hell! It didn’t matter! He had found shelter for the night. The main lights were off but there was a lit fireplace and a faint red glow by the counter. He stumbled his way to the counter, rang the little bell, and waited. No one. He walked towards the couch closest to the fire and let himself fall into it. I’ll just wait here until someone shows up.
And before he knew it, he was out cold.