by Red WolfBloody Davo.
It all started when I was having lunch with the boys from work. The usual long Friday lunch at the pub; drinks and a good fry up. We're in the middle of a debate on the merits of Angelina Jolie movies, when he walked in the door.
I didn't think he recognised me. Well I'd hoped, more than anything. I've put on a bit of weight since we ran together, grown a beard, but I must still look enough like the stupid eighteen year old kid I used to be.
Davo swaggered over. Yeah, he actually swaggered, the bastard, always was full of himself. And he planted himself at the table, telling everyone he's an old mate of mine. He always was able to make himself at home, but I guess buying a round really did the trick. Suddenly he's everyone's best friend, so dragging me away from the safe, sane world I've built for myself is done with a laugh and the encouragement of my work mates.
And it's like we were kids again. Laughing and joking.
He eased back into his old ways. I figure now, that he was feeling me out, not wanting to spook me. But it still took me a while to twig that he must have been stalking me for weeks before he ran into me in the pub. He had my whole routine down pat. I didn't realise I had a routine until it tumbled out of the bastard's mouth.
Idiot that I am, I still didn't suspect he was on a blag. I guess I've been straight for so long that my reflexes are shot. But it wasn't until he cornered me with an ultimatum that I figured he'd played me from the start.
Thought Davo might have matured a little, but his scam was the same shit we did as kids. Except, I guess, we would be swiping more lucrative gear. He wants me to help him knock over work, break in, pinch a couple of cars and flog them to some of his dodgy mates. If I don't go along, he'll dob me in to Simpson. Spill all my youthful, and not so youthful, adventures on the other side of the law.
Do the job and lose my job. Or don't do it and lose my job. Either way I'm screwed.
But I know if I give in to him, he'll hold it over me forever. The same as he's doing now. He'll have his hooks into me and I'll never be free of this bullshit.
I'm not the same man I was when Davo knew me. I've changed. I have a job I'm proud of, people who rely on me. Simpson's a stand up guy. He doesn't deserve to get turned over, even if the insurance covers it like Davo claims, he can't afford the damage to his rep. And I reckon I owe him the truth.
I like my job. I've always been good with cars and it was great of Simpson to take me on with no trade papers. So, aside from being a good bloke in general, I feel I owe him for putting his trust in me. I don't want to let him down.
I've gotten used to being my own man, not getting pushed around and caught up in trouble like when I was a kid. Way I figure it, I started from scratch once, I can do it again. I'll front him tomorrow and let him know the kind of bloke he really hired.
30 Minute Muse — challenge #7: dear diary
Published Babble Horde — 15.04.2004
Published 30 Minute Muse — 15.04.2004
Published FictionPress — 15.04.2004
Published deviantART — 29.04.2004
fiction | original fiction
Very, very nice! :) Good slang work too. Thanks for writing this — via LiveJournal
— posted by Laridian at 16.04.2004 14:31 AEST | 
Thank you. Way too much of the slang is mine, just tweaked to make it a little more extreme, the rest is courtesy of an hideous addiction to Brit cop shows — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 16.04.2004 14:31 AEST |
Excellent!! Ok, so some of the slang loses me, but the feeling is wonderful. Nice and strong — via LiveJournal
— posted by Lauralee at 16.04.2004 14:33 AEST |
Thanks. I knew some of the slang would be unfamiliar, but I wanted to keep the feel and thought that most of its usage should be picked up in context. Let me know of anything completely alien and I'll translate — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 16.04.2004 14:33 AEST |
I got the basic idea with most of it, and it gives everything a great flavor — via LiveJournal
— posted by Lauralee at 16.04.2004 14:34 AEST |
I quite enjoyed especially the ending I wanted to pat him on the shoulder and say way to go! — via LiveJournal
— posted by Tabetha at 16.04.2004 14:36 AEST |
Sometimes you have to face the music — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 16.04.2004 14:36 AEST |
Much better than the babbling moron that wouldn't leave me alone. Sheesh, that guy was annoying — via LiveJournal
— posted by tsita at 16.04.2004 14:37 AEST |
Never knock the muse. Even if it's babbling, you're still on speaking terms — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 16.04.2004 14:37 AEST |
Even the muse agrees that this guy is a babbling moron — via LiveJournal
— posted by tsita at 16.04.2004 14:37 AEST |
I nearly piked on this challenge. Oddly enough the ones I've delayed the longest through not feeling up to it, are the one's that seem to work the best — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 18.04.2004 13:23 AEST |
I think there's only one on LJ that hints at the reasoning behind Puppy's insistence on only allowing Drusila to play with the bad men. There are five much older stories on my site that give the game away, or you could hang around and wait for Park!verse to play out — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 18.04.2004 13:25 AEST |
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