The Fellow Gent

It is time for us to step into this visual display.

A dark stormy evening has risen, thunder rumbling in the distance with rain pouring, deep within a forest in the middle of nowhere. A dark glistening saloon car engine turning filling the gaps between the rumbling thundering, rays of car lights, lighting up the forest surface, a deep hole that has nearly been dug, two occupied twitching bodybags lay parallel, muffled noises come from within both of them, a small oxygen hole at the feet of each bodybag. Some mud being flung out, after a couple of times, followed by a muddy shovel, that lands on top of the pile of wet soil. The Fellow Gent George emerges from the grave, he pulls up a muddy wooden ladder from within the grave. He takes his blue latex gloves off, chucking them into the hole, just to fix his slicked back black hair.

George shouts at the wiggling bodybags, "Oh be quiet! At least you two can fuck in peace In the afterlife, for being a cheating bitch to your husband, personally I would of just shot you both to be done with it, but the contract said for you to suffer Kate!"

He shifts both of the body bags into the grave, as the first thumps into the muddy bottom, enough to take the air out of his lungs, Kate follows him, thumping on top of him, the muffle cries for help stop, now just the gasping for air, raindrops splashing on the bodies black plastic coating. George walks over to the mud pile, picking up the shovel as he is shoveling mud back into the grave.

We touch down in a botanical garden, a couple holding hands walking along the path, both are dressed in casual clothes, looking at the different flowers, such beauty with each different type also shades. Personally I sneeze shit loads if I have flowers in my home, but my lady loves them, so I put up with It, sometimes. A darkish blue Stylish suited George is walking towards the couple, that are pointing at the flowers, to the side is a duck pond, with ducks swimming in, quacking to each-other, a swan is swimming around like she owns the pond but that's In the distance. The lady bends down while hooking a strand of her chestnut hair, over her ear, to sniff a blossoming Cherry flower.

The Fellow Gent stops the couple, grabbing ahold of the woman's arm, not tightly but enough for her to be startled.

The Fellow Gent says "Gemma, we need to talk, I am George, it is about your father also his grandson, Luke."

Before Gemma can respond, her fella pipes up asking, "Err, can I help you mate?"

George respondssaying "I don't believe I was talking to you, mate. It is Gemma, I need to speak with, so stand aside or be seated here."

George continues to say to the lady "Let's take a walk to talk."

Gemma nods after tells her fella Neil "It will be fine, stay here."

They kiss each other a few times while George is whistling looking around the big Open botanical garden.

George is walking alongside Gemma on a path, with several types of flower beds on the right side. On the left side is a lush green field, with other couples along with families walking about, with trees scattered around, wooden benches are around the small duck pond.

Gemma asks "How do you know my name?"

George responds saying "Your father is the head of The Fellow Gent's. As you know, you are his only child, he also knows you have a son called Luke. Now he hasn't forgotten his grandson, but being a respected head for mafia firms, who can't get their hands dirty over a contract, they hire us to do it, he didn't want to put you two in harms way."

George suddenly stops in his tracks, pulling something from inside his jacket, to extend it to something behind them, following his arm to his hand, that is gripping his gun, trigger finger poised to strike. On the side of his gun Is the words, etched In 'Bringyou to silence.' It Is pointing at Neil, which has been following them.

George says "Listen, I will tell you this once don't follow me because I can put you down then get away before anyone can sneeze."

Gemma says to Neil "Don't follow, everything will be fine."

Neil nods as he backs away putting his hands up, George retreats his gun back into its holster, after he proceeds walking with Gemma to a bench around the duck pond.

They both sit at the duck pond, a few other people are feeding the ducks along with the beautiful white swan.

George says "As I was saying, he didn't want to put you two In harms way, Neil on the other hand he doesn't give two shits about, if he wanted him buried he would have been in the woods digging his own grave, but he sees how happy you are so he respects that."

Gemma responds asking "I understand that, but why send you to tell me all of this?"

George responds saying "I am the only one he fully trusts, also everything he does is under the watchful eyes of the people who want to bury him. He feels it's time because something is going to happen involving him. So he wants his daughter also grandson to be taken care of.

Gemma responds saying defensively "He is being taken care of by me."

George responds saying "He knows you're a good mother, full of love, he has asked me to to tell you if you could tell Luke, that he loves him everyday please."

Gemma nods as she responds saying "I will, just tell him from me to keep himself safe please."

George responds saying "Anyway I must go, oh yes before I do. This Is just for yourself also Luke, open it when you get in."

George rummaging around in a pocket inside his suit jacket, pulling a large brown package, he passes it to her. Gemma takes it from him after turns to put the package In her handbag. She turns back to ask him a question but George has already made his leave, nowhere to be seen as she stands up looking around.

Some years have passed, a sad day is on The Fellow Gent's. I'm sure they have dug to put many people in their graves but it Is harder when it's someone you love. George is wearing a black suit, he has grown a full beard since the last time we see him, some grey hairs running through his dark beard. As he stands at a graveside on the day of the funeral of Gemmas father, also the head of The Fellow Gent's. She is opposite from George, Gemma dressed in a black dress, standing behind a young man which is Luke, dressed in a black suit, he is clean shaven. Gemma has her hands on his shoulders, George looking at Gemma which has tears forming a path down her cheeks. There are mobsters all dressed in black suits around the grave, four of them lowering the coffin with ropes, as the priest is doing their god speech, maybe unaware of the type of person he was. The other mobsters have their heads bowed with their hand holding the other one in front of themselves. The priest gives a box full of dirt to Gemma, she takes some throwing it on the coffin below, which has some single roses scattered on his dark wooden overcoat. after he gives it to Luke which throws mud Into his grandfathers grave, the box is offered to others which are in attendance. George does the Jesus Cross on himself with his right index finger, after puts his shades on as he walks away.

After the funeral, George Is speaking with some mafia heads. As he notices Gemma with Luke walking towards a luxury black funeral limo, George takes his shades off putting them away.

George says "I will speak to you lot later."

He leaves them to walk towards Gemma which makes eye contact with George so she stops to speak with him.

George says "I wish we could of met under better circumstances, he didn't die for no reason I will make sure of that."

Gemma sympathy smiles at George as he Is offering his hand for Luke to shake, but he isn't going to shake his hand Instead...

He asks "Who the fuck is you?"

George puts his hand back into his trouser pocket while Gemma puts her arm around Liam to comfort him.

George says "I was a close friend of your grandfather, well I am still am."

Luke responds with some venom in his voice "He isn't my grandad, I never fucking see him."

Gemma rubs Luke's back to try comfort him while George says "I know but he is still your grandad mate, I wish I could tell you why he was never around, but it doesn't mean he didn't care for you or love you both, or even want to spend time with you because he did.

Luke nods as George Is noticing the resemblance in Luke to his grandfather.

George passes him a key after says "This may help you understand."

After he smiles at both of them, he walks away towards his fancy red sports car. Luke looks down to the key It has an address engraved on the key ring.

Later that day, George wearing a different suit, a three piece dark blue pinstripes, with a dark blue shirt, red tie, walking through the top corridor of this run-down building. George passes a room full of green plants that will get you higher. A Shirtless Latino guy, covered In tattoos taking buds off one of the many plants. In the doorless rotting doorway a machine-gun leans up against the doorframe. He carries on walking down the corridor towards the door at the end, dirty walls with peeling off wallpaper.

He takes a peep Into another room which is full of topless Latino women, tits out not In their bras mate, some are counting money, at a decrepit brown table, in the kitchen area same type of women wearing white masks, with jugs out nipples hard, they are scooping white powder Into brown packaging. George carries on walking, pleasurable moaning becomes more apparent, as he takes a peek into the last open room, just before he gets to the door he needs, he sees a naked woman riding a guy on a bed, she is facing George, her boobs bouncing while she is rubbing her clit, she winks at George as he passes, to his destination. A rotting brown door, he puts his ear to the wood, to hear a slight gagging noise, not what you are thinking, that's when he opens...

In front of George is a hefty business man, that runs all the things George has just walked past. His name is Tomas, he Is wearing a grey suit, sitting at a desk, but not for much longer because for a big guy he Is quick to get up.

Angrily asking "Who the fuck are you?"

To the side, behind him is a gaping window, that has had itsglass smashed in, to the side of that Is where Tomas's henchman in a blue suit is gasping for air, because of a Fellow Gent, called Flames, is strangling him with cheese wire. Now the reason why he is called Flames is simple really, he likes to burn shit down, but also he wears a mask with flames on when he's doing it, burning shit down that is, not having sex, well he might who knows. George closes the door, a peep hole In the middle of the door.

George asks "Evening all, hows it going Flames?"

Flames nods in response, he is dressed all In black with black shades on, he's not wearing his mask though.

George says "Forgot your not much of a talker, any who, listen Tomas shut your lard ass up, also while you're at it sit down before you bust a blood vessel."

Tomas with face like thunder slowly sits down, while George walks over to a wooden chair, that is in front of a crumbling wall, grabbing ahold of It.

George says to Flames "You can drop him now bro."

George sits opposite Tomas at the wooden desk, while Flames swings the struggling purple faced henchman out of the window.

George smiles while saying "Not what I had in mind."

Hearing the henchman gasp screaming after splat, pedestrians screaming at the man that just splattered onto the pavement.

Tomas asks angrily, I mean that anger, spits flings from his mouth, "Why the fuck did you do that!?"

Flames walks over to Tomas as he pulls his shades down to the top of his nose, he puts his finger to his lips after going "Shhhh."

orangey tint in Flames eyes, he pushes his shades back with his Index finger.

George says "Thank you Flames, now let me get to the real reason why I am here, as you may of heard the boss of The Fellow Gents was killed."

Tomas getting a bit fidgety, responds saying "Yes, so I know nothing about it."

George responds asking "Don't you hate people who lie Flames?"

He nods as Tomas starts to get even more fidgety, chins wriggling as he is trying to get up but is stopped by the right hand of Flames on his shoulder.

Tomas says "Even if I did know something, you know I can't talk."

George says "Well this isn't getting me nowhere fast."

He pulls two un-silenced guns from their holsters, from inside his suit jacket, he shoots Tomas twice, one in his chest where his heart Is, the other between his eyes, he slumps over the desk, blood seeping all over the desk, soaking Into the scattered papers on the desk, trickling down to the floor below.

George just about to say something, *Slow Motion* but a bullet wizzes past their heads through the room, through the peep hole in the door, hitting the oncoming topless Latino man with his machine gun, right between his eyes. His body has soon become lifeless, thudding the ground, twitching. *Back to normal motion.* The panicking screams of the topless ladies echoes through the building, as they start to flee the scene, George goes to the window putting his thumb up to a black figure on a rooftop opposite, which is packing their things up.

George says "Come on, let's look to see if there Is anything that will help us."

They start to look around the desk, opening the draws, shuffling through the loose papers, the ones that are still readable, not blood soaked. Tomas's lifeless body lets off gas, a stinky one at that.

Luke gets off from a public bus, he would of drove but you know it's fucking expensive just to park for a day In any cities centre, cheaper to get a day rider. Luke turns left, dodging around the people waiting for buses or shopping, as he walk past a clothing shops window display, with three stylish mannequins, the fourth Is getting sorted out by a lady, which I would presume works there, Luke catches her eye, they smile at each other, he turns crossing the road, between two bus stops, he puts his hand up as a thanks to a slowing taxi, the driver puts his index finger up, his hands on the steering wheel. He walks around the corner on the other side of the street, a homeless person sitting outside the bank, a scraggy fella, Luke gives him the change from the day rider.

The fella says "Thank You."

Luke taps the key within his hand while taking a deep breath, he Is double checking the address of the bank with the homeless person. Diverse types of people walking around, going about their business most of them wearing suits, bankers, Im sure some of them are what rhymes with bankers, snobby ones. A number three bus stops at Its correct bus stop, as a number two along with one bus pull away from their bus stops, after picking up people.

He says "Thank You" to the homeless man, Luke walks into the bank .

Luke standing in a room full of numbered metal bank deposit boxes, a security guard standing guard out of the room, Luke is the only person within the room, there Is a wooden table with a single chair, tucked underneath. He goes to the number 19 that's been etched on to the key, tries the key but it doesn't work, he decides to add 19 with the address number which is 17, in total it's 36. Quick maths for ya. So he finds that number to try the key, the metal slated door, opens, if the metal box didn't open, I would presume he would of tried seventeen. He slides out the box, placing it on the table, sitting down on the chair to sieve through the contents. There Is a credit card, with Luke's name on, with a transparent piece of paper, you know the ones you get sent from the bank, It tells you the cards pin, yeah that one, his is telling him the pin for his card, I won't tell you his pin though. A white envelope is inside the box with his name scribbled on the front, in the middle. There is also two keys inside the box, attached to each other. Luke grabs ahold of the envelope, opening it up to read the letter inside. We are gong to leave him there reading.

Within the letter another address for Luke to visit but before he goes there, he Is standing outside of the bank he was just in, in front of a whole in the wall, or for those who don't know that expression, a cash point. Luke's checking the balance on his new card, he types in the pin while double checking with the slice of pin coded paper. He clicks the balance button, the amount exceeds having It In number form on the screen instead it just states the amount In words. He turns seeing a old lady, walking with a stroller thing, you know the ones that old folks put their shopping in. His ecstatic behavior nearly gives her a cardiac arrest.

He asks her "My darling, do you mind just double checking what that says?"

While she puts her glasses on, shaking a little while she gets them out of her handbag, the cashpoint beeps, asking on the screen "Do you need more time?" Luke obviously clicks more time, the balance comes back up on the screen, the same as before. The old lady looks at the screen, now with her glasses on.

She is shocked while she responds "10 million, 7 hundred thousand."

Luke laughing like a giddy kid, while responding "That is what I thought it said, just didn't believe my eyes."

The machine beeps again, this time Luke's presses 'No' to the machines request to give more time, he takes his card, kissing the old lady on the cheek.

Luke says "Thank you, enjoy your day my dear."

The old lady smiles, as she carries on with her journey through the city's center, Luke on the other hand goes back into the bank to get some of that money out, It would be rude not to use It.

The cafés door opens which causes the bell above to ring, a few of the local café dwellers heads turn to see, George walks through the doorway, wearing the same suit as before. Some people sitting around, mainly builders, eating breakfast, can't beat a good old café full English mate, especially after a hangover or arriving in a different city. He walks around the tables to the counter, looking through a doorway, to a chunky short fella, In grubby whites, cooking breakfast stuff on a flat top grill, bacon along with sausages sizzling away, as he cracks a couple of eggs onto the flat top grill, they are start spluttering like a person who can't get their words out.

The cook puts his index finger up as he shouts through to George, "One moment mate!"

George with a raised voice responds "I just want a coffee chef!"

The cook with spatula in hand, flipping the eggs as well as tending to the rest of the breakfast, takes a peak at the person that wants the coffee.

"Oh it's you Georgie, help yourself I thought it was you by your voice!"

George walks around the counter as he starts making his coffee.

George responds asking "How's business chef!?"

"It's been a nice week so far." He doesn't shout through because he is leaving the kitchen with two other full English breakfasts in his hands, maneuvering around the the counter too tables to two builders, wearing hi-vis vests, that are chatting amongst themselves while drinking their tea's.

At the same time they both say,"Thank you chef."

While walking away the chef responds "You're welcome lads."

Chef walks back towards the kitchen to finish off the other breakfasts.

While George Is stirring his coffee, he rummages around in his trouser pocket, placing a fiver in the chefs hand, as they shake. George says "Don't worry about giving me the change, I will have another coffee after this one."

The chef responds saying "Just let me know when Georgie."

Chef grabs his cold tea from beside the till, after walks back Into the the kitchen, while George takes a sip of his coffee, as he walks over to a table in the center of the café to carry on with business, chef will come to chat with George after he is finished them breakfasts.

Luke walks out of the bank, he was allowed to withdraw one thousand five hundred quid, sitting down beside the homeless man.

Luke asks "How did you become homeless my man?"

The homeless man with a crooked nose, most probably from many fights trying to survive from being swallowed up by the streets, wanting to avoid being another John Doe on the Leichendiener table, if your not sure what Leichendiener means, let me educate ya a little, it means corpse servant or someone that's a doctor of a morgue, it's a German word, google Is a handy tool to have mate.

The homeless man responds "My name Is Liam, I think I was about twenty two when I become homeless, this country along with its system is ass backwards, I was an aspiring boxer until I ran into some bad men, that wanted me to throw a fight, oh how I wish I had because it didn't go down how they thought it would, Instead I knocked the guy out in round two. Of course they come after me, when I put a few of their henchmen in hospital, they decided to kill my parents along with sister, so I had to flee my city I come to this city with barely two coins to rub together, no place to stay I went to the council, well they are about as helpful as filling a chocolate tea pot with hot water."

Luke responds saying "That is madness, I can Imagine you couldn't even go to their funerals, I am Luke by the way."

Liam responds "Nah if I did I would of got kidnapped then killed, I am sure they got a paupers send off."

Luke responds asking "That is sad mate, do you miss boxing?"

Liam nodding responds "Of course, It has helped me being on the streets In so many ways, I don't smoke or drink apart from water on occasion someone gives me a fizzy bottle as a handout, so I save money there also when other homeless people come to take your sleeping spot, I can fight them off, it's funny though I used to knock men out in the ring fairly quick but these fuckers take a bit longer, that's how I got this nose, it wasn't crooked before street life."

Luke responds asking "Yeah to be a boxer you have to be well disciplined. Listen if I give you this, you will invest it wisely, won't you?"

Liam responds "Well If there is one thing I have always learnt, invest in yourself."

Luke pulls out five hundred quid from his pocket, passing it to Liam, that can't believe this is happening."

Liam stammers in shock as he says "Thank you, you are a saint."

Luke says "I hope this will help you a little, next time I see you I hope you're in a better position Liam."

They both stand up, Liam hugs him tightly with a tear rolling down his weather worn cheek, Luke hugs him back.

George still sitting in the café, facing the window in the center of the room, so he can see the people passing, going about their business, mainly doing shopping in the city's center. The chef behind him doing little bits of cleaning, waiting for customers to come or go, a few tables still taken up by builders. Now you might be wondering or you won't be, but George isn't just a regular here, The Fellow Gents own this café, all five members get ten percent of the earnings, the other fifty percent gets reinvested into the café. The Fellow Gent members are of course George, Flames, Dr Carver, Pinpoint last but not least is Mr Knuckles.

The bell rings as the café door opens, Mr Carver walks In. He walks over to George, Mr Carver is a big, bald, African geezer, not big as In fat but big as in muscular. He always wears stylish suits today he is wearing a white suit, brown shirt, Sassello tanned brown leather shoes, along with fur felt brown fedora hat. He sits down opposite George, which puts his phone on the table. They finger snap handshake, Mr Carver takes his hat off, placing it to his left.

The chef shouts over asking "All healthy Carve? Got time for a cuppa?"

Mr Carver responds saying "Tea please man, all healthy here, how's yourself?"

The chef responds saying "Yeah all healthy here."

George puts his empty coffee cup up in the air while saying "I will take that second one please chef."

A woman walking past being nosy, looking in, must think that George is raising his cup to her because, she puts her hand up with a puzzled expression as she rushes past, George grins at her misunderstandings, but his eyes soon notice another thing across the street, which would be Luke walking towards the bus stops.

His concentration on Luke is soon broken by Mr Carver speaking in a hush tone.

Asking "Any news yet on who killed the boss?"

George responds saying "Not yet bro, the first place I went to only landed me with a dead body, like I need them, the only time I need them is completing contracts."

Mr Carver responds asking "Yeah I heard Tomas Is dead, man is it true that Pinpoint shot through a peephole?"

Two builder to their left get up, to leave on their way they both say "Thanks", "Cheers."

"Have a good one lads!" Comes from the chef that's chopping some lettuce fast in the kitchen, beside the flat top grill, getting ready for the late afternoon folks that need feedings, lettuce that will be used for salads along with baguettes.

George responds "Ahh bro you should of seen it, right through the peephole straight between the guys eyes."

Mr Carver responds asking "Certainty lives up to his name, so you got anything for me?"

George nods as he pulls a brown envelope out from the inside of his suit jacket, passes it to him.

The chef walks over with their drinks, placing them down on the table.

He asks "I know it still might be a sensitive subject, but who is in charge now?"

"We all are, the only difference is all of the contracts come to me first, then I have the privilege to share them out fitting the ability that is required, since day dot I spent it under the boss, he taught me everything I now know."

The chef placing his hand on George's shoulder while saying "Yeah he was a great man, got some big shoes to fill Georgie."

He taps his hand on his shoulder once after walks back into the kitchen.

George says to Mr Carver "If you think you need someone for the job, then let me know, I personally think Flames would be fitting, but as you know If you do use him or another member, you split your fifty percent with them fairly."

Mr Carver responds "Yeah standard rate, I will let you know when I have had a look in privacy."

George picks his cup up to drink while they carry on talking.

Luke steps onto a bus, in front of him an elderly Indian lady's showing her bus pass.

"Thank you driver." Comes from the elderly lady.

Luke shows his day rider, the drivers eyes scan the date, which is todays date, he nods to the chunky bus driver In exchange he nods back. Luke heads to the back of the bus, walking past some filled seats with different types of multi cultural folks sitting within them, som old, some young. Two Italian teen ladies get on the bus, they walk upstairs of the double decker, speaking in their mother tongue, as Luke sits down at the back near the window. He sits observing everything around him, the bus doors shut, as it's pulling away from the towns stop, to go through its daily route again. His eyes flicks to a pair of elderly ladies, sitting beside each other with their filled shopping trolleys, in front of them that they are holding on to, as they are nattering but imagine being young with their amount of wisdom, personally I wish I had my wisdom when I was younger, I would of done a lot of shit different but that's hindsight for ya. Luke's eyes flicks to a younger lad, about fourteen years old sitting beside what would be presumed as his mother, but how does Luke know that? because he just heard him call her mum. I personally don't neither does Luke for that matter, or anyone I associate myself with judge someone by the way they look or the clothes they're wearing, because we come from the real world where we don't have much so what we got we share, I can't tell you the amount of times I wanted to come home to see my mum, give her a kiss on her cheek, then give her a nice amount of money so she wouldn't have to worry about the many different types of taxes there is, let alone needing money for other things like food to keep ourselves alive. It used to frustrate me seeing my mum also my family struggle to keep their heads above water, but I suppose that's the way they keep the poor well poorer so the rich become richer anyway I shouldn't get myself started because I won't stop telling them they are greedy self centered cunts.

Luke presses the button, as the bus is near his stop but is stopped by traffic lights, Luke takes this time to make his way up to the front of the bus but on his way, he stops off at the young lad, his mum looking out of the window, you can see their has been struggle in their lives. As the bus moves forward again Luke takes the other five hundred quid out of his pocket, he passes It to the young lad.

He whispers "Treat your mum lad."

The young lad takes the money off Luke, smiling at each other, Like carries on walking to get off from the bus. The bus stopping at Its designated stop, the doors open.

Luke says to the driver "Thank you sir, have a good one."

The driver responds saying "You're welcome, you too mate."

Luke looks back at the young lad that is explains what happened to his mum, that is holding the cash, Luke gets off the bus.

Luke smiling to himself walking left, parallel to the bus he looks at the woman with her son still on the bus, she mouths to Luke "Thank you."

Blowing him a kiss. Luke smiles along with winking at the woman, as he carries on walking through this council estate towards his mother's home.

George still sitting within the café, chatting with Mr Carver when a guy called Jake walks in. A local junkie not for me to judge I get paid to cook sexy food, but you can tell he Is a type of addict that would suck your dick for a line of coke, dressed In tattered clothes, dirty face also just dirty overall, most probably from sleeping in houses of squalor with squatters or others junkies. George keeping an eye on Jake as he sips his coffee, because he has had a couple of run-ins with this "Rat bastard" (George's words not mine) before, he will do anything to get his hands on anything that's worth cash to buy more drugs, what is it that George calls him? Oh yeah that's it a "Smack head magpie."

He sits down beside Mr Carver, that tells him "Keep your hands on the table, if you steal from me I will brake your fingers, one by one then crush both of your hands."

Jake responds in his thick Scottish accent "I understand pal."

Jake carries on to say to George "I'm sorry to hear about your boss, getting killed."

George responds asking "Who said he was murdered?"

Jake placing his hands flat on the table while responding "Just word on the grapevine."

George responds asking "Any word on the grapevine on who pulled the trigger?"

Jake's jaw swinging like a fighting boxer with his back against the ropes, making sure he doesn't get caught with a punch that will turn his lights out, while his fingers creeping towards George's mobile that is laying on the table beside his coffee table.

Jake starts to express his words as he responds a

Saying "I heard that a civilian approached a mob out of town, he personally went out of his way to put the hit on you's twos boss."

His hand expressions are just a cover to distract their eyes so he can steal his phone, but George's eyes are always scanning, because George knows the devils in every detail. *Slowly, slowly catchy monkey.* *Smash!* George gripping his coffee cup handle, but the mug smashing Into the side of Jakes gurning jaw, coffee rocking, spilling out of the cup, shards of cup slowly exploding around his face, some shards cut deep into Jake's jaw, as he is flung backwards dropping George's phone about three inches off the table, George's hand cushioning his phone from hitting the table screen down.*Back to natural speed.* Jake falls off his chair with a few smaller shards of cup in his mug, blood leaking from his wounds, down his dirty cheek. Everyone that is in the café suddenly turns to look at what's the commotion, they eventually go back to minding their own business but not before...

Chef shouts out an order from within the kitchen "There best notbe no fucking fighting out there!"

George shouts back asking "Sorry chef, the rubbish is getting taken out now, can you make me another coffee please? Jakesface seems to have broke my cup."

George continues to say to Jake then speaking to Mr Carver "You did get told what would happen if you tried to steal. Bro can you take him out please, I will see you later."

Mr Carver shakes George's hand *Click* after Mr Carver picks up his hat, placing it where it's made for, his head.

Mr Carver says "See you later bro, love."

George responds saying "Love bro."

Mr Carver puts the chairs in under the table after picking Jake up from the scruff of his dirty hoody, dragging him out of the café, see if that was me or you that got smashed in the face with a mug, it would hurt like walking over glass barefooted, but for a junkie Jake, I'm sure his jaw was numb like having a tooth pulled out from a dentist.