May Day - Part Thirteen
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discoveredinaljMurphy got distracted from clock-watching by the girls jigging along to Elvis Costello by the jukebox but when he realised it was half past nine and none of the bar staff at the Bell and Badger had come to give him a message, he began to wonder if they were heading towards a bit of a may day situation here.
Polishing off his pint he was about to head to the phone box outside the gents when he caught sight of Bodie entering the pub from the other side. He raised a hand. Bodie cut a single-minded swathe through the bodies congregated in his way.
“Go on then,” Murphy said, “what are you having?”
“Doyle here?” snapped Bodie, looking around as if he was sure to materialize from behind a punter.
“Nope,” Murphy said. “Thought you two ...”
“We were,” Bodie said. “I went to get something at St Pancras .. tell you in a minute. Doyle was coming straight here. I only dropped him off half an hour ago at the cashpoint. He was in a funny bloody mood, Murph.”
“Eh?” Murphy said, leaning in close.
“Think he might be in trouble,” Bodie said tensely. Murphy goggled at him. Impatient, Bodie caught hold of his arm and began to drag him out, pushing aside the Sunday drinkers.
“Oy!” responded one, not appreciating it. A small tidal wave of lager had landed on his feet. A big bloke, with tattooed hands and two big friends. “What’s your problem?”
Bodie turned back. “No problem,” he said through gritted teeth.
Murphy cursed. A little raised-hands gesture might have done it. An apology almost certainly. The big bloke planted his feet apart.
“You need to learn to be a bit more careful, mate,” he said, “or you might find youself getting a slap.”
“Oh yes?”
Shit, Bodie. Not now. Say sorry. Move your arse.
When he saw he wasn’t going to, Murphy plastered on a smile. “Listen,” he said. “He’s sorry, really he is. No harm intended. We’re just in a bit of a hurry.”
“I don’t like your fucking attitude,” tattoo man said into Bodie’s face as if Murphy hadn’t spoken.
“Yeah?” said Bodie, “well I don’t like your aftershave.”
He held the stare between them for a long moment. Then sensing the man was backing down, Bodie shrugged his way past and took the lead towards the main doors. Behind them, tattoo man jerked his head at his mates and the three of them dispersed silently, heading for the back.
“Ten minute walk,” Bodie was muttering when they got outside. “He should have been here.” He led the way round the corner into the car-park, his pace quickening all the time. “Something’s happened. I know it, Murph. Something’s going on with hi -”
Murphy heard his feet slither to a halt on the gravel. “Oh bugger,” Bodie said.
“Right,” said the tattoo man coming out of the shadows, henchmen at his heels. “Now for the slap.”
Polishing off his pint he was about to head to the phone box outside the gents when he caught sight of Bodie entering the pub from the other side. He raised a hand. Bodie cut a single-minded swathe through the bodies congregated in his way.
“Go on then,” Murphy said, “what are you having?”
“Doyle here?” snapped Bodie, looking around as if he was sure to materialize from behind a punter.
“Nope,” Murphy said. “Thought you two ...”
“We were,” Bodie said. “I went to get something at St Pancras .. tell you in a minute. Doyle was coming straight here. I only dropped him off half an hour ago at the cashpoint. He was in a funny bloody mood, Murph.”
“Eh?” Murphy said, leaning in close.
“Think he might be in trouble,” Bodie said tensely. Murphy goggled at him. Impatient, Bodie caught hold of his arm and began to drag him out, pushing aside the Sunday drinkers.
“Oy!” responded one, not appreciating it. A small tidal wave of lager had landed on his feet. A big bloke, with tattooed hands and two big friends. “What’s your problem?”
Bodie turned back. “No problem,” he said through gritted teeth.
Murphy cursed. A little raised-hands gesture might have done it. An apology almost certainly. The big bloke planted his feet apart.
“You need to learn to be a bit more careful, mate,” he said, “or you might find youself getting a slap.”
“Oh yes?”
Shit, Bodie. Not now. Say sorry. Move your arse.
When he saw he wasn’t going to, Murphy plastered on a smile. “Listen,” he said. “He’s sorry, really he is. No harm intended. We’re just in a bit of a hurry.”
“I don’t like your fucking attitude,” tattoo man said into Bodie’s face as if Murphy hadn’t spoken.
“Yeah?” said Bodie, “well I don’t like your aftershave.”
He held the stare between them for a long moment. Then sensing the man was backing down, Bodie shrugged his way past and took the lead towards the main doors. Behind them, tattoo man jerked his head at his mates and the three of them dispersed silently, heading for the back.
“Ten minute walk,” Bodie was muttering when they got outside. “He should have been here.” He led the way round the corner into the car-park, his pace quickening all the time. “Something’s happened. I know it, Murph. Something’s going on with hi -”
Murphy heard his feet slither to a halt on the gravel. “Oh bugger,” Bodie said.
“Right,” said the tattoo man coming out of the shadows, henchmen at his heels. “Now for the slap.”
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Date: 2008-05-12 06:53 pm (UTC)Great part - you definitely shifted the whole thing into the next gear *G*
Hmmmmm, I think I claim the next part - I feel bloodthirsty somehow *G*
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Date: 2008-05-12 08:02 pm (UTC)heh, I knew someone would *g*
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Date: 2008-05-12 09:22 pm (UTC)Ooh, way to ratchet things right up again! Apart from being worried about Doyle, I think the last few installments have left Bodie with the serious urge to smack someone... anyone! *eg*
Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-12 10:08 pm (UTC)he was feeling a bit peeved anyway and then Doyle goes and disappears somewhere between the cashpoint and the pub ... yup, now he's got the smack urge *g*
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Date: 2008-05-12 10:11 pm (UTC)Great job with this part! I enjoyed it a lot!
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Date: 2008-05-13 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 01:12 am (UTC)Thanks. Good job.
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Date: 2008-05-13 04:24 am (UTC)On to the next part...
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Date: 2008-05-13 08:22 am (UTC)man's a fool *g*
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Date: 2008-05-14 02:16 am (UTC)Just a small question - what day is it? I think BSL started them on a Friday, although there was talk of Sunday dinners, and they were going to meet Murph in the pub that night.
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Date: 2008-05-14 10:01 am (UTC)