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When Darkness Comes (story) Ch. 2

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Chapter 2

It was hot and sultry the night I met Corbin Porter. I’d rode my Harley south to Pete’s Pool Hall in what most people referred to as Straw Town. I haven’t a clue how the seedier side of town came to be called that but apparently it went back a lot of years.

Pete’s idea of air conditioning was propping open the front and back doors to allow whatever breeze there was to circulate one way or the other…if we were lucky enough to have a breeze. The only upside to this idea was less smoke hanging in the stale air.

Pete’s was one of the nicer bars, at least he kept it cleaner than the other dives speckled around Straw Town. I liked the feel of Petes. It was old, with wooden floors and high ceilings that were a putrid shade of orange from all the cigarette smoke. It was an old German custom to keep buckets of peanuts scattered around and the shells were brushed to the floor where they crunched under your feet.

Pete didn’t spare expense with the sound system connected to his jukebox and if a pool ball stopped on the edge of a pocket, it wasn’t unheard of that the pounding of the music could push it over the edge.

I loved playing pool and I was good at it…one of the best in Straw Town. The best, I’d heard, was Corbin Porter although I’d never met him. But that night, a Saturday, a rumbling could be heard over the music. I could literally feel the vibes in my bones. I looked up from a shot that I was lining up and to my amazement, saw this decked out Harley coming through the back door…all chrome ‘n pipes ‘n yellow flames blazing down the sides.

People scattered to make a path and ears were covered as the driver revved up to make the bike’s pipes roar then drop off to a blam, blam, blam as they eased back to neutral.

Above all the din, you could hear Pete bellowing, “You sonofabitch! Get that fuckin’ machine outta my bar!”

Another roar followed with blam, blam, blam and the Harley passed on out the front door.

I looked at Jake and said, “Well who the hell was that idiot?”

“Corbin Porter.” Jake said. “Watch ‘urself, Brianna. I think he’s gotten wind of ur pool playin’ ‘n he’s here to challenge you.”

“So?” I didn’t think it was such a big deal. I’d whip his ass and go on my way.

Jake slid close to me and spoke in a low voice. “Bri, Corbin is trouble lookin’ for a place to light. You beat him ‘n he’s not gonna like it, not one little bit ‘n what Corbin don’t like, makes Corbin mean as hell. Best you either let him win or not take up the challenge at all.”

“Fuck that!” I shot back with more bravado than I felt. “Maybe someone needs to knock him down a peg ‘r two…’n maybe that should be me!”

Jake just looked at me long ‘n hard, shook his head and said, “Look Brianna, Corbin likes to use his fist and he don’t give a fuck if ur a woman. Everyone is scared shitless of him…including me…so if he turns on you, ain’t no one gonna interfere, most likely. Don’t be so fuckin’ bullheaded or you’ll get hurt…bad. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” And with that he put down his pool stick and headed for a barstool…way the hell to the other end of the bar!

I just stood and watched his back disappear into the crowd. Then I noticed a stillness within the loud music and people were lookin’ at me with apprehension on their faces. Then I felt it. A presence so close behind me that I could feel its heat, smell the sweat ‘n leathers. For a moment fear brought a roaring in my ears and a rush of heat in my chest. Then, I can only describe it as stupidity setting in…I would not be intimidated by anyone and least of all this Corbin Porter who thought his ass was so big and important!

I was pissed before I ever turned to face this asshole and as I turned to face him, I could already feel the sparks shooting out my eyes. If I was goin’ down then I wasn’t gonna go down easy…

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Mar 1 @ 9:48PM  
ooooh!!! shivers!!!

Good one so far Softie!!!

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Mar 4 @ 11:36PM  
Softie, Women motorcycles and pool what more that this can a man ask for?
Sending out a green thing and a thanks for the story!

Mar 5 @ 4:12PM  
Ok, I'm a little...ok, a LOT behind in answering my comments.

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When Darkness Comes (story) Ch. 2