Post by robbiebourbon on Feb 11, 2019 4:03:01 GMT -6
Robbie Bourbon has been gaining a bit of notoriety for being a goofy bastard, making merry at the drop of his hat, sometimes much to the chagrin of others in the world.
There are worse things to fret over, one would suppose.
THE HERO WE DESERVE
We open to see the Robbie Bourbon dojo for the Competitive arts from the outside. The glow from within along with the gaudy lit sign illuminate the night, along with the lamp posts throughout the near empty parking lot. The camera moves along to the door and it slides open. Inside is a smattering of people. Dedicated students sparring and training in a wrestling ring. A few teens hanging out in a 24 hour Dunkin Donuts along with night owls looking for a place to pass the time where they can hear one another. A darkened kitchen. In the yoga studio, a smattering of people are seen sitting in bean bags watching a television screen showing the Capitals game. Robbie Bourbon stands leaning against the wall of his office, his eyes on the group watching hockey. Two men stand next to him, Cyberjaw, the man with the cybernetic jaw, as known for his speech impediment, and Diamondback, the man who can blend into any crowd, that guy you seem to see at every party or social event.
Yo, wathup?
Nothing. They look like they're having a good time?
Robbie points at the group watching hockey, an uncertain demeanor to his brow, his mouth neutral.
Yeah, dude. It's really cool of you to actually have something for them, you know? Not everybody is that fortunate.
We weren't.
Robbie cracks a smile.
Nope, we sure weren't. But, hey, something decent for them at least.
From choked roots beauty blossoms.
Robbie and Cyberjaw look at Diamondback.
Whatchu thay, bro?
Heh, yeah, was the lo mein any good before you ate that fortune cookie?
Uh, it's scripture.
Pfft. Scripture? Where in the Bible does it say that?
Maybe he meanth the Quran. Heh heh heh.
Whatever, it fits.
I guess.
Diamondback rolls his eyes as Robbie and Cyberjaw chuckle.
How's the new gig going?
What, Millennium? It's pretty sweet. Keeps the lights on, pretty different from the last place. The competition is, I dunno, not tougher, just not what I expected, you know? I mean, wrestling is wrestling, cutthroat as ever, but I still get to go out there and put on a show for the people, distract them from the mundane day to day nonsense.
Yeah, we saw what you did in New Orleans.
How'th the nothe, bro?
A little tender...
Robbie reflexively reaches up and touches his nose.
Not the first time it's been busted, probably not the last. Zoya was pissed.
I still can't believe you're dating, well, you know...
A stripper?
Shthe ith trouble, bro.
She's not trouble. She knows how to handle herself, and it's 2018. I go out and show my ass to crowds all the time, maybe it's why we connect. I'm not just dating her because of how she looks, she gets me. Besides, it's like that old song goes...
T-Pain isn't that old, dude.
No, no, not the I'm in love with a stripper song, jackass, that old song that got redone about ten years ago. Save the last dance for me. She gives the paying masses lap dances like I give the fans a song and dance routine, she acts bubbly and I do to, but when it's just us, well, it's just us. There is no rest of the world.
Right, bro, right. Shthe ith trouble. Shthe out there shthakin her ath and leavin' you high and dry.
She shakes her ass and buys me tacos with the tip money. I don't care if she's showing off for the world, I'm the one she's kissing at night and I'm the one she's fucking.
Robbie smirks.
So are you getting a match against Knox?
Maybe? Maybe not? I dunno, I get the feeling that my song and dance is novel enough, but ultimately I'm just 'enhancement talent' so to speak. Besides, I'm the new kid on the block, y'know? No reason to come in being heralded as some kind of savior or the next big thing. I reckon that'll come in time, if it does, even if I have to do it ripping folks limb from limb for it.
I thtill don't believe you wanted to thtart all over, bro.
Well, shit was getting stale back in the old spot. I wrecked all the monsters, cleaned up the town, was time to ride off into the sunset. Find another town. That's the biggest difference. It used to be if someone was a piece of shit, they were up front about it. Now, though, the fucking turds are in sheep's clothing. Hard to put things in check if you don't know which pieces do what, y'know? But I reckon, long as I'm breathing, I'm learning, and as long as I'm learning, well, the harder it gets for everybody else.
I gueth. Tho are we gonna thit around here all night?
I dunno, I have a little extra beer money, wanna go grab a brew up in Clarendon?
I think we might be a little old for Clarendon these days. Fun night spot when we were younger, but now the crowd's just too young.
What else is going on?
Diamondback pulls his phone out of his pocket. As he does, Robbie points at the group watching hockey.
Okay, now I'm curious, who's kids are those?
The camera turns to show two children, a boy and a girl, playing on the floor slightly away from the group now dispersing due to the end of the hockey game. Nobody from the group attends to the kids at all.
Oh, thothe are Crithtina'th kidth.
Cristina? Babcock?
Heh, Bobcock.
Yeah, she was a piece of work in the day, I didn't know she had kids, though.
Yeah, her old man got locked up, thome bullthit wif drugth or thomthing.
Jesus. Where is ole' Bobcock? You make fun of me for dating a stripper, you haven't been on a date this decade motherfucker, maybe you could take her dancing, catch hepatitis.
Diamondback chortles as Cyberjaw looks shocked.
Bro, I got thingth in the workth, don't you worry about me.
Oh, alright.
Robbie rolls his eyes, the cascade of pupil and iris beset by the ornate designs of his mask. Diamondback's eyes go wide.
Well, Amari Jackson is having a party.
Amari? Shit, he doesn't like me very much.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Only reason I bring it up...
Diamondback holds his phone up for Robbie to see. Robbie exhales swiftly through his nose.
Cristina.
Robbie and Diamondback both say the name in unison.
Damn, went to party and left her kidth here?
Looks like it.
Robbie pats his jeans pocket, then reaches in. He pulls out a set of keys.
Cyberjaw, why don't you go fix those kids something to eat, make 'em a pizza or something.
Robbie looks up at the kids and hollers.
Hey, you guys want pizza?
Yeah!
Pepperoni!
Robbie turns and speaks quietly to Cyberjaw.
Make them a pepperoni pizza. Put on some cartoons or something.
Why do I got to do that?
Because we're going to Amari's spot real quick. We'll be back.
Robbie and Diamondback walk out of the dojo and into the parking lot.
This won't end nice will it.
I'll try to do it nice.
And if it fails?
Well, you're my lawyer, get me out of shit if it fails.
I'm advising you as your lawyer that you need to play this smart.
I'll be smart. C'mon.
Robbie and Diamondback enter a large SUV as the camera gets in the back seat. Robbie turns and speaks to the operator.
Hold on, this might get a little weird. Sorry.
Robbie starts the truck and drives. The roar of the engine almost drowns out the squeal of the tires as both he and Diamondback laugh.
Why do you do that?
It's my fucking parking lot, that's why.
Fade.
There are worse things to fret over, one would suppose.
THE HERO WE DESERVE
We open to see the Robbie Bourbon dojo for the Competitive arts from the outside. The glow from within along with the gaudy lit sign illuminate the night, along with the lamp posts throughout the near empty parking lot. The camera moves along to the door and it slides open. Inside is a smattering of people. Dedicated students sparring and training in a wrestling ring. A few teens hanging out in a 24 hour Dunkin Donuts along with night owls looking for a place to pass the time where they can hear one another. A darkened kitchen. In the yoga studio, a smattering of people are seen sitting in bean bags watching a television screen showing the Capitals game. Robbie Bourbon stands leaning against the wall of his office, his eyes on the group watching hockey. Two men stand next to him, Cyberjaw, the man with the cybernetic jaw, as known for his speech impediment, and Diamondback, the man who can blend into any crowd, that guy you seem to see at every party or social event.
Yo, wathup?
Nothing. They look like they're having a good time?
Robbie points at the group watching hockey, an uncertain demeanor to his brow, his mouth neutral.
Yeah, dude. It's really cool of you to actually have something for them, you know? Not everybody is that fortunate.
We weren't.
Robbie cracks a smile.
Nope, we sure weren't. But, hey, something decent for them at least.
From choked roots beauty blossoms.
Robbie and Cyberjaw look at Diamondback.
Whatchu thay, bro?
Heh, yeah, was the lo mein any good before you ate that fortune cookie?
Uh, it's scripture.
Pfft. Scripture? Where in the Bible does it say that?
Maybe he meanth the Quran. Heh heh heh.
Whatever, it fits.
I guess.
Diamondback rolls his eyes as Robbie and Cyberjaw chuckle.
How's the new gig going?
What, Millennium? It's pretty sweet. Keeps the lights on, pretty different from the last place. The competition is, I dunno, not tougher, just not what I expected, you know? I mean, wrestling is wrestling, cutthroat as ever, but I still get to go out there and put on a show for the people, distract them from the mundane day to day nonsense.
Yeah, we saw what you did in New Orleans.
How'th the nothe, bro?
A little tender...
Robbie reflexively reaches up and touches his nose.
Not the first time it's been busted, probably not the last. Zoya was pissed.
I still can't believe you're dating, well, you know...
A stripper?
Shthe ith trouble, bro.
She's not trouble. She knows how to handle herself, and it's 2018. I go out and show my ass to crowds all the time, maybe it's why we connect. I'm not just dating her because of how she looks, she gets me. Besides, it's like that old song goes...
T-Pain isn't that old, dude.
No, no, not the I'm in love with a stripper song, jackass, that old song that got redone about ten years ago. Save the last dance for me. She gives the paying masses lap dances like I give the fans a song and dance routine, she acts bubbly and I do to, but when it's just us, well, it's just us. There is no rest of the world.
Right, bro, right. Shthe ith trouble. Shthe out there shthakin her ath and leavin' you high and dry.
She shakes her ass and buys me tacos with the tip money. I don't care if she's showing off for the world, I'm the one she's kissing at night and I'm the one she's fucking.
Robbie smirks.
So are you getting a match against Knox?
Maybe? Maybe not? I dunno, I get the feeling that my song and dance is novel enough, but ultimately I'm just 'enhancement talent' so to speak. Besides, I'm the new kid on the block, y'know? No reason to come in being heralded as some kind of savior or the next big thing. I reckon that'll come in time, if it does, even if I have to do it ripping folks limb from limb for it.
I thtill don't believe you wanted to thtart all over, bro.
Well, shit was getting stale back in the old spot. I wrecked all the monsters, cleaned up the town, was time to ride off into the sunset. Find another town. That's the biggest difference. It used to be if someone was a piece of shit, they were up front about it. Now, though, the fucking turds are in sheep's clothing. Hard to put things in check if you don't know which pieces do what, y'know? But I reckon, long as I'm breathing, I'm learning, and as long as I'm learning, well, the harder it gets for everybody else.
I gueth. Tho are we gonna thit around here all night?
I dunno, I have a little extra beer money, wanna go grab a brew up in Clarendon?
I think we might be a little old for Clarendon these days. Fun night spot when we were younger, but now the crowd's just too young.
What else is going on?
Diamondback pulls his phone out of his pocket. As he does, Robbie points at the group watching hockey.
Okay, now I'm curious, who's kids are those?
The camera turns to show two children, a boy and a girl, playing on the floor slightly away from the group now dispersing due to the end of the hockey game. Nobody from the group attends to the kids at all.
Oh, thothe are Crithtina'th kidth.
Cristina? Babcock?
Heh, Bobcock.
Yeah, she was a piece of work in the day, I didn't know she had kids, though.
Yeah, her old man got locked up, thome bullthit wif drugth or thomthing.
Jesus. Where is ole' Bobcock? You make fun of me for dating a stripper, you haven't been on a date this decade motherfucker, maybe you could take her dancing, catch hepatitis.
Diamondback chortles as Cyberjaw looks shocked.
Bro, I got thingth in the workth, don't you worry about me.
Oh, alright.
Robbie rolls his eyes, the cascade of pupil and iris beset by the ornate designs of his mask. Diamondback's eyes go wide.
Well, Amari Jackson is having a party.
Amari? Shit, he doesn't like me very much.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Only reason I bring it up...
Diamondback holds his phone up for Robbie to see. Robbie exhales swiftly through his nose.
Cristina.
Robbie and Diamondback both say the name in unison.
Damn, went to party and left her kidth here?
Looks like it.
Robbie pats his jeans pocket, then reaches in. He pulls out a set of keys.
Cyberjaw, why don't you go fix those kids something to eat, make 'em a pizza or something.
Robbie looks up at the kids and hollers.
Hey, you guys want pizza?
Yeah!
Pepperoni!
Robbie turns and speaks quietly to Cyberjaw.
Make them a pepperoni pizza. Put on some cartoons or something.
Why do I got to do that?
Because we're going to Amari's spot real quick. We'll be back.
Robbie and Diamondback walk out of the dojo and into the parking lot.
This won't end nice will it.
I'll try to do it nice.
And if it fails?
Well, you're my lawyer, get me out of shit if it fails.
I'm advising you as your lawyer that you need to play this smart.
I'll be smart. C'mon.
Robbie and Diamondback enter a large SUV as the camera gets in the back seat. Robbie turns and speaks to the operator.
Hold on, this might get a little weird. Sorry.
Robbie starts the truck and drives. The roar of the engine almost drowns out the squeal of the tires as both he and Diamondback laugh.
Why do you do that?
It's my fucking parking lot, that's why.
Fade.