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. M thinking I agree.How much you had to drink?  Cause I sure as hell can tdrive. Just two, baby.You think I d endanger your precious ass? Tucker dangled thekeys at Chance and shook his head. Dang, Cap.You sure don t think much of mymoral standards.They were laughing as they stumbled through the front door  well, Chanceamended, Tucker didn t really seem to be the one who was stumbling  andstopped halfway across the parking lot to kiss and grope each other.Page 64ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Think I might puke, came a disgusted voice that rang clear across the lot.They jerked apart and Chance looked around for the source.He was aware ofTucker standing warily next to him, hands loose at his sides. Caffrey,Tucker said calmly, and something in his tone put Chance on the alert. Don t even say my name, you disgusting queer, he sneered, pushing off fromwhere he and three other guys had been leaning on Tucker s truck. Faggotslike you don t get to say my name.Flashover - 91Chance felt his sobriety come crashing back, the happy buzz of earlierdraining away like rain in the gutter.He stayed close to Tucker and eyed thefour men approaching them. Looks like McBride s found hisself another cocksucker, one of the othersspoke up. And dang if he ain t just as pretty as you, McBride.Tucker tensed and Chance put a hand on his arm. Wait, he warned Tucker in alow voice. Wait and see. Don t you fuckin touch each other where I can see it, the one Tucker hadcalledCaffrey said. Not unless you re askin for a fist in the mouth. Seems like you re gonna give it to us anyway, Tucker shrugged. So I mightas well go first. And before any of them could move, Tucker hauled off andpunched him.Caffrey s head snapped back and Chance caught a glimpse of bright red bloodbefore everything else exploded.Goddammit, Tucker, he had time to think, and ducked a fist aimed at his nose.Another one from the left caught him on the cheek and Chance swore when hefelt his skin split open.The guy must have been wearing a ring.It had been a damn long time since he d been in a fistfight, the scuffle heand Tucker had had not included.Chance surprised himself by letting his ragetake over, something he was usually very careful to control.But he had gonefrom minding his own business to being called a cocksucker in a matter ofseconds, and he really didn t think he should be responsible for his ownactions at the moment.At least, that s what he told himself as he dragged one of the assholes off ofTucker and gave the man a good blow to the gut, feeling a strong sense ofsatisfaction when the guy crumbled to the ground.Things were okay for a while, even though the four-to-two odds were definitelynot in their favor.Chance delivered a kick to the ribs to ensure the one onthe ground stayed there, just as Caffrey wrapped an arm around his neck andbegan to choke him. You re a worthless piece of shit, Caffrey grunted in his ear. Cocksuckerslike you don t deserve to live.You re goin straight to hell, you disgustingfreak, and I m just doin God s work if n I m the one to send you.Chance would have rolled his eyes at the religious hypocrisy, but his visionwas getting a little blurry from lack of oxygen.He tried to look around tosee how Tucker was faring, but when Caffrey squeezed harder, Chance felthimself sink to his knees.Even then, he probably would have been able to bring an elbow around to getCaffrey in the stomach, but one of the other men took the opportunity to kickChance hard in the groin.Pain that had no equivalent blossomed in his crotch and spread outward, makinghis head reel and his stomach clench.He would have keeled over on the gravelifFlashover - 92Caffrey s arm wasn t still around his neck.As it was, Chance knew he wasgoing to throw up and he scrabbled desperately at Caffrey s wrist, trying toPage 65ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlmake him let go in time.It didn t work, but through the hazy agony, Chance felt a small measure ofsatisfaction when he puked all over the guy s arm.At least it made him letgo.But the satisfaction was short-lived when Caffrey hissed,  You stupid fuck,and delivered a sharp kick to his ribs.Chance dropped to all fours and willedhimself not to hurl again, even though his balls were still aching enough tomake him nauseous.Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a booted foot draw back for anotherkick, but it never came.He sank into a sitting position and spit on the ground, trying to rid himselfof the foul taste in his mouth and shifting uncomfortably at the pain in hiscrotch.No fucking way was he using his equipment for a while.Chance realizedit had gone quiet and glanced up to see where everybody was.Tucker s arms were pinned behind him by one of the bartenders who had come outto see what the commotion was.Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth andhe had a darkening bruise on his left cheek, but otherwise looked okay.Theother four men were being held by various people who had all been inside thebar and all of them looked a sight worse than Tucker.Chance had a moment ofgratification when he noted Caffrey s slowly blackening eye.He met Tucker s gaze when they heard the sirens in the distance.Flashover - 93SixteenIt didn t matter who had called the cops; the only thing that mattered wasthat Tucker had thrown the first punch, and that now they were handcuffed andsitting in the back of a car.Chance s throat was tight and his mind wasracing.They were actually being goddamned arrested.Jesus fucking Christ, was therenothing better for the police to do on a Thursday night in Indiana? Chance sjaw clenched so hard it ached.If the stupid fuckers who d cornered themdecided to press felony charges & well, he and Tucker were screwed.They couldboth lose their paramedic licenses and Chance was in serious danger of beingdemoted.And all because Tucker had swung first.Shit.He stared out the window as they drove, completely ignoring Tucker sittingbeside him.Chance could not remember another time in their year and a halftogether when he d been so furious.And Chance could tell Tucker knew it, too,since he hadn t opened his mouth for the past ten minutes.Good.Let him sitthere and bleed.They were both bleeding, actually, since Chance could feel the slow trickledown his cheek from where the skin had separated.Fantastic.That should givehim a nice, respectable scar. Fuck, he cursed under his breath, unable tokeep silent any longer.Tucker heard him. You gonna stay pissed? he whispered, unwilling to draw theattention of the two officers in front.Chance turned his head and cocked a brow at Tucker before looking out thewindow again. Yup, Tucker muttered. Y are.***The jail was small, with only five holding cells and a drunk tank [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]