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Jack moaned, trying to fight the urge to rub his streaming, painful eyes. “I can’t believe it hurts this much,” he choked out, his voice hoarse. “Seriously, how can any mugger even consider sticking with his career after he’s been shot by one of these?”
Beside him, Franco tried to laugh, but it turned into a hacking cough. “You know, it fades after a couple hours,” he said. “And at least pepper spray doesn’t leave any lasting damage, unlike a gun or something.”
“Figures that you would know how it feels to be maced,” Corkscrew gasped from his seat on the other side of the small office.
“Oh, shut up, you!” Franco retorted. “Seriously, why do you have so much of this stuff, anyway? I’m sure that this is all your fault somehow.”
“It’s for protection!” Corkscrew insisted back at him. “Now that we’ve opened up a bar, we’re going to need to be safe, in case we have some unruly drunks accost us!”
Jack groaned, forcing his hands to stay on his head instead of clawing at his face as he half-listened to his two roommates argue. From the onset of this idea, when Franco had walked into the living room and declared, “We need to open a bar!”, he had known that there would be trouble.
Surprisingly, things had seemed to go incredibly smoothly at first. Franco had known a bouncer, as well as a bartender who was willing to pitch in on an untested project. Naturally, Franco had all the connections necessary to set up a semi-legal enterprise.
Perhaps the most surprising fact, however, was that Corkscrew had provided the bar’s physical space. One of his friends was a realtor, and he had been sitting on a commercial rental property that he’d been trying to move for months. Ignoring jibes from Franco about actually providing something constructive for once, he had talked the realtor into letting the three roommates borrow the property for a few nights.
After that, it had been a pretty simple matter to order up some alcohol, pick up some signs, and get the bar set for opening night. But somehow, somewhere during the night, things had taken a nasty left turn. Now, all three of them were in the back room of the bar, in pain, incapable of going out, and worst of all, Jack had no idea quite how things went wrong.
First, let’s find out how Jack’s night went!