Mad Marko, security, looked around Bandit’s Cantina. Most of the patrons had wandered out to their bikes, fired ’em up and peeled out. This was the second time in a week that the place had been shot at, and it was taking it’s toll on business. The place was once the most popular biker bar in town. Something was wrong.
Jimbo meandered out to his Panhead and fired it to life. “You’re gonna have to tell Bandit,” he said to Marko on his way out. “This place will be dead, or someone in it, if something isn’t done.” He glanced in the direction of Slick who was motioning for Tina to follow him into the galley. Jimbo was a big man with long baby-shit brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. He’d been riding almost 20 year. He was a biker first, a dock worker second.
He wanted Tina, although he knew her weakness. Working on the docks meant good pay but lousy access to the fairer sex. He was supposed to meet his latest girl at the bar, but like most he dated, docks and bikes were not that appealing. He was stood up again, although he wasn’t a bad looking sort.
Tina the redheaded bombshell with just a smattering of freckles placed seductively on those creamy white cheeks followed tall Slick into the Kitchen. Slick turned his big dilated pupils on Tina and licked his lips. “You didn’t want to leave with that big galute, did you?”
“This is fucked up, Slick,” Tina Said. “Is someone trying to kill you?”
Slick pulled a small glass vial from his vest and dipped the chained-to-the-cap silver spoon into the powdery substance and lifted it to her nostrils. She inhaled once, then took another blast to her other nostril. Slick helped himself to two sizable blasts and put the vial away. “Come on, baby,” Slick said pulling her into a storage room full of the smells of tortillas, and salsa. “Who would want to kill me?” His voice wasn’t entirely convincing, but Tina was beginning to lose the gnawing in her gut. The sensation of uncaring superficial lust rolling over her.
“Ah fuck it,” Tina said licking her lips, “who cares.” She sat down on a bag of flower and spread her soft pliable legs. She had quit working out since she met Slick and his vial. Slick moved closer and unzipped his fly….
