Post by donzig on Mar 26, 2008 13:12:09 GMT -5
Donzig was standing outside the backdoor with Crazy Bill, smoke swirling around them as Donzig was chewing on one of his cigars. He flicked some ashes, a brow lifting at the gleaming black Rolls Royce sitting near the door. And Bill shrugged at him, leaning against the wall. "I think it's the Baron's."
Donzig snorted. "I figured he would drive a Benz."
Suddenly the door opened with a bang, and the Masked Skinhead stumbled out under the massive weight of a pile of luggage. He nearly fell, staggering about as he shifted their weight as he headed towards the car. He dropped them down, fumbling for his keys as the stack of luggage nearly tumbled.
Donzig arched a brow, smoke swirling as he looked to an equally confused Bill. Then the door opened again, and a few dufflebags flew from inside. They bounced against the car, nearly hitting the Skinhead who stumbled out of the way.
The Skinhead started to load the car, then trotted back inside to get more bags. Donzig looked at Bill, flicking ashes. "What in the hell is going on?"
"Not a clue, but isn't that bag, Assassin's?"
Donzig shrugged, watching as the Masked Skinhead staggered forth again. He was nearly bent over under a huge footlocker stacked with piles of cases and luggage. He nearly fell as he got to the side of the car, panting before he started to try and wedge it all into the car.
Then the door banged open, and the Baron stalked forth with an enraged look on his face. He kicked the door shut, pulling on his gloves before he spat angrily. He headed for the car, sniffing disdainfully at the pair of former CWA Champions.
Donzig shrugged, then waved a hand. "Baron, what are you doing?"
The Baron sniffed, looking around before he stared at Donzig. "What does it look like? I am leaving!"
"Leaving?" asked Bill.
The Baron opened his door, posing for a moment. A long suffering look on his face, he drew a deep breath before he spoke. "Gentlemen, I will not work for a nigger."
He slid inside, the door slammed shut! "By the way, Skinhead? You're fired."
And the car roared from the parking lot, leaving behind a strip of blackened rubber, smoke, and a choking Masked Skinhead who looked quite confused. Donzig laughed suddenly, shaking his head as he shrugged to Bill.
"Wow. Just wow."
Donzig snorted. "I figured he would drive a Benz."
Suddenly the door opened with a bang, and the Masked Skinhead stumbled out under the massive weight of a pile of luggage. He nearly fell, staggering about as he shifted their weight as he headed towards the car. He dropped them down, fumbling for his keys as the stack of luggage nearly tumbled.
Donzig arched a brow, smoke swirling as he looked to an equally confused Bill. Then the door opened again, and a few dufflebags flew from inside. They bounced against the car, nearly hitting the Skinhead who stumbled out of the way.
The Skinhead started to load the car, then trotted back inside to get more bags. Donzig looked at Bill, flicking ashes. "What in the hell is going on?"
"Not a clue, but isn't that bag, Assassin's?"
Donzig shrugged, watching as the Masked Skinhead staggered forth again. He was nearly bent over under a huge footlocker stacked with piles of cases and luggage. He nearly fell as he got to the side of the car, panting before he started to try and wedge it all into the car.
Then the door banged open, and the Baron stalked forth with an enraged look on his face. He kicked the door shut, pulling on his gloves before he spat angrily. He headed for the car, sniffing disdainfully at the pair of former CWA Champions.
Donzig shrugged, then waved a hand. "Baron, what are you doing?"
The Baron sniffed, looking around before he stared at Donzig. "What does it look like? I am leaving!"
"Leaving?" asked Bill.
The Baron opened his door, posing for a moment. A long suffering look on his face, he drew a deep breath before he spoke. "Gentlemen, I will not work for a nigger."
He slid inside, the door slammed shut! "By the way, Skinhead? You're fired."
And the car roared from the parking lot, leaving behind a strip of blackened rubber, smoke, and a choking Masked Skinhead who looked quite confused. Donzig laughed suddenly, shaking his head as he shrugged to Bill.
"Wow. Just wow."