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Snake was drinking in his favorite bar. He signaled the waitress, a bleached, buxom blonde with ginormous boobs, for his fifth shot of whiskey. He'd been drinking solidly for over an hour as he watched the news soundbites from the poisonings at Busy Burger. His tattooed hand squeezed his whiskey glass and the tattooed reptile eyes gazed at him angrily. In a fit of rage, Snake threw the glass on the floor and it shattered into a million pieces. In less than sixty seconds, a muscled bouncer with upper arms as big as tree trunks stood over him.
The bouncer grabbed Snake by the neck of his shirt. "What's the problem here, man? Do I need to cut you off?" The bouncer’s eyes were close together and half closed. He was stoned and Snake thought he was juiced on something else as well. He decided not to tangle with the big guy who was high as a kite. Too unpredictable.
Snake looked up at him and smiled, "Nah, just havin’ a problem with my girlfriend. Just a little fit of temper on my part. Sorry, man," he apologized. “Promise I’ll keep it down,” he said and signaled for another whiskey.
The bouncer looked around and pointed at a stripper gyrating on a pole. "Forget the girlfriend, man. That's what you need," he said with a wide, leering smile. "I can fix you up a lot cheaper than you think."
Snake shook his head. "Nah, thanks. I'm just gonna have one more drink and be on my way.” He nodded at the broken glass. “Sorry about that,” he wisecracked with a brief smile.
The bouncer didn’t smile. "Okay, my man. I don't care how many drinks you have, just behave yourself. I don't want to have to hurt you cuz I gotta good buzz goin' and I don’t wanna ruin it," he said as he headed to the back door of the bar for another toke.
Snake stared after him and accepted the drink from the blond waitress. The woman smiled at him, her porcelain teeth gleaming in the low light and her breasts practically smothering him. He looked up at her and said, “Thanks.”
The waitress batted her eyes at him and asked, "Anything special I can do for you today?" her meaning clear as she stared at Snake’s crotch.
Snake shook his head and focused on his drink. He looked up when a shaft of sunlight blinded him. The bar door opened and Boris’s tall, skinny frame filled the doorway. He spied Snake in his booth and moved towards his table.
Snake stared at him through half-closed eyes and said, "You've been pretty busy, haven't you?"
Boris gave him a half smile and signaled for the waitress who ran over, her boobs jumping out of her halter top.
The blonde smiled at Boris and asked, "What can I getcha?"
Boris winked at her and pointed to Snake’s glass. "The same," he said as he gestured rudely under the table and grinned at Snake who looked the other way.
"I've come to take you back into the fold, ole boy and cut you in on my new grand plan," Boris said as he looked hungrily at the waitress. "This job will make us famous forever," he assured Snake as he accepted his shot glass from the waitress who beamed down at him.
Snake pointed at his glass, looked up at Blondie and said, "One more."