Chapter 128: Don’t mess with LeRoy Brown

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or any of his kin..

It’s not healthy.

LeRoy Brown... the baddest man in the whole damn town... his kin...and their customers.

Took em down.

“Drinks on the HOUSE!” Roy said easily tossing the side of beef into the ring to me. I caught it with one hand and laid it on the floor.

All of the patrons crowded around the bar and were served what ever they wanted. After a few drinks, when everyone had calmed down, Sally made an announcement.. "I’m sorry folks. We have a mess to clean up. We’re closing early. I’m sure you will understand. Thank you very much for your patronage and help. I hope you all come back tomorrow. Tomorrow is FIGHT NIGHT...and Prime Ribs and Beer are half price.”

A cheer rang out and most of them left. Some stayed behind to help. I was somewhat surprised to notice that the ‘Jerk’ was one of them.”

“We want to help” one of them said

“ Good friends will help you move furniture.” another one chimed in.

“True friends will help you move bodies.” the jerk said.

I smiled at that and thought to myself, not for the first time, that maybe that ass-whupping that Shaniqua had given him was JUST what he had needed.

“Ok...and more drinks afterwards.” Sally told them. "And for those of you who get TOO drunk we’ll provide transportation to where ever you live if you live close otherwise you can stay in the bunk room.”

It didn’t take long to toss the dead bodies into the ring. The customers formed a bucket line. Two or more, working as a team, would swing a body to the next team. The last team thought they were strong, They’d swing the bodies UP, onto the elevated floor, that we had been using for dancing. I’d catch a body with one hand and artfully stack it onto the pile. It looked like I was building bonfire...of corpses.

When we were done we had drinks and cookies.

Yeah...it got kinda drunk out that night. Sally served a lot of beer and even more cookies. Chocolate chip with coconut and pecans.

I had waved a hand at the stack of bodies after I had them stacked JUST right. A blanket of Q concealed them from sight. Then the Q-Wasps began to eat them. That would probably look gross. It might even spoil some appetites. It was a sin to waste cookies.

No one drove home. True to their word Sally and Roy drove them . Except for the Jerk.

"Where do you live son?" Roy had said.

"I live...I live....in the swamp.” he’d said.

“Your house is in the swamp?” Shaniqua asked him...

"noooo...hic....er...not exactly...My folks have a...a...truck camper...but I’ve grown too big.....” he slurred...

“I just find a dry spot near by..... and... and lay down to sleep.” he finished. He seemed to be ashamed.

Shaniqua looked at me and texted "The poor kid”

“Could be worse.” I texted back

“C’mon bud.” I told him..but the kid didn’t hear me. He was passed out cold on the floor.

I hope he didn’t puke. It’s a sin to waste Sally’s cookies like I said, and he’d eaten a lot.

“I’ll take him to the BunkRoom” I said.

I did that. The Quonset hut housed not only the Tribal Offices and the Bar and Grill and Wrestling ring/ dance floor but, it also had several apartments and two bunk rooms for customers to stay over during tornado warnings, or less often, during floods. The apartments were for families while the bunk rooms were for singles.

One for males, the other for females.

I tossed him onto a bunk, shucked his clothes off him, they weren’t all that clean, and tucked him in. Then I tossed his clothes into the laundry when I went passed it.

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