Geraldo by Abby Moran (best historical fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

home honestly; Get our hair done and be completely unexposed to people but of course Mike and his hunger are going to get in the way of that.

We just ordered a large pizza and two sodas. The waitress warned us it takes a little while for pizza to be made since the place is jam packed. Mike said it was okay but I guess we think a little differently. I squirmed in my seat and bit my nails until they were tiny stubs. I looked and saw our waitress coming but she only had our sodas. Of course, the pizza wasn’t finished yet because they needed baking time.

“Would you like some breadsticks while you wait?”

“That would be wonderful! Wouldn’t it Jim?”
I just grunted slightly

“Wow your buddy there sure is hungry.”

“Oh no he’s just nervous.”

“Oh, why?”
I gave Mike a look and he seemed to understand he shouldn’t have said that “Ummm…….fight with his girlfriend Lucy.”

She nodded like she understood and walked back into the kitchen with a skip in her step.

“Mike are you crazy?!”

“Sorry! I forgot! “

“Yeah well just don’t forget again. We can’t afford any mistakes like that after all we’ve been through.”

He nodded and I just stared at the window for a while.

“This place sucks! You all suck! Go home bums!!” We looked over where a drunken man was slurring away out of the bar area.

“Security?! You think you can just call security and I’ll be gone? I’ll put them down like a sack of flour!”

We watched as he threw a chair at someone’s head and the waitress head for the phone. Mike was in a daze. He just watched this man throw chairs and menus about in the air. Shouting and slurring as he did so.

We heard a siren and saw flashing lights outside the window. Someone called the cops. I shielded my face and, watching me, Mike did the same with his menu. I started squirming again but this time I banged my knee hard and made a loud noise. The police turned and one came over to ask if I was okay. “Yesssss……off-off-officer.” He looked at me strange but then walked back to the drunk man now throwing things at the police.

“Mike we have to leave.”

“But how? We’ll look bad if we leave just now.”

“I know. We need another escape plan to get out of here.”

“What about the window?”
Chapter 9

The window! Why hadn’t I thought of this before? I looked around frantically for an unlocking mechanism but I couldn’t see one. I knew what I had to do.

“Mike, how tired are you?”

“Not bad I guess. Why?”

“Here’s the plan. I’m going to break this window with my fist and we have to run as fast as we can out of it and go in the car. The police will be on our trail but I think we can confuse them.”


“Jim I have a better idea. We pay someone to distract the cops. Play it off as a joke of a sort and go to the door.”

“Would anyone do that?”

“You’d be surprised Jim. You’d be surprised. Watch and learn.”

I watched him go over to a guy sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand. He obviously wasn’t drunk because he seemed to hold up the conversation between them. I saw the man nod and Mike handed him some money. He came back to the booth and sighed in satisfaction.

“Done.”

I look at him in amazement. “What did you say?”

“I just said I thought it would be funny if he distracted the cop and that if he did I’d give him a twenty.”

“And he just said yes?!”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Never mind that, lets just get out of here.”

“Hold on. We gotta wait for the distraction first.”
We kept watching the guy at the bar and finally he acted drunk for us. “Why does this stuff cost money?!” He threw his beer at a guy’s head and missed luckily but he caught the attention of the police sure enough.

“Now we can go…C’mon Jim!!”

I was just in awe watching how a mere twenty was spent on getting us away from the police. It was just so cheap. Much cheaper than I figured.

“C’mon Jim! They are almost done beating him with their clubs!”

I knew it was wrong but I ran out of there with Mike. I knew it was wrong to leave the guy there all bloody and mangled but I couldn’t be turned in after all we had done now. I had to keep going. So we hopped in the car and just continued down our path to the new condo. I panted as I turned the wheel at each corner.

“We almost didn’t make it out of there. Phew right?”

I didn’t want to answer Mike right now.

“You to admit it was thrilling…”

“Mike I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

“What do you want to talk about then?”

“Maybe we should just be quiet for the trip up to the condo.”

“Alright then…….Are you alright Jim?”

“I’m fine Mike.”

I don’t know what is going on with me. I’m not thinking before I speak and the words I speak are usually in harsh tones. I could tell by the look on Mike’s face. I wanted to apologize but I sincerely didn’t want to talk to anyone. I mean that being said in itself is pretty selfish but the other part is I don’t want to have to deal with Mike’s questions. I know he’s just concerned but right now they just seem annoying.

Mike somehow did understand this insanity inside me ans was silent the whole trip up to the small condo. I guess when I picked it I didn't notice how oddly shaped it was but I was only thinking of a hideaway, not fanciness.It was all white except for the black roof and it was fairly modern looking on the inside.

Chapter 10 (WARNING takes place at a club please be mature.)

We had reached the condo. It was all white except for black shutters. Nothing too special, but at least we had a place to hide out. We went right in and started setting up the place. My nerves calmed down and in spite of my yelling at Mike he agreed to go to the nearby club with me. I figured it was packed enough that we wouldn’t really be found out about and with our disguises we wouldn’t even look like ourselves anyway. I had a buddy of mine send us some silk button up shirts and new jeans.

“Mike are you coming?”

“I’m not sure red really suits me Jim….I think blue brings out my eyes.”

“Who the hell cares? Let’s just get going before there is a long line waiting outside.”

“Fine.”

He continued to button up his shirt and zip up his fly to his pants. “Well how do I look?”

“Mike, you look absolutely fine, now lets get in the car,”

“Alright, Alright…goddamn your pushy.”

“Shut up! I’m just keeping us on time.”

He kept mumbling but hurried along to the car with me.

We finally pulled up the club called Bodacious Bodies. It had brightly colored neon signs, music loud enough to hear inside the car with the windows up, and lots of people. The line wasn’t quite out the door yet but it was long enough anyway. There was a bouncer (which whom I made a special reservation with) with a tight black T-shirt on so his muscles were showing in every place. He just stood there opening and closing the little gate, nobody really tried to mess with him…..at least from my standpoint. He recognized the names I gave him, Joseph and Geraldo, and then we were in for the night, free to party.

“ five dollar cocktails? “
“Two Mimosas.”

She wrote it down on her pad of paper and headed towards the bar area. We decided instead of looking around we would sit at a table and wait for our drinks and listen to the loud pumping music. Mike didn’t look like he was really enjoying himself much but I decided things would get better once he started to dance or actually socialize with other people.

“Here you go and I also want to tell you there are free refills and a free shot for every 5 drinks you buy.”

“Thank You.”

“Excuse me but what is your name?”

“My name is Geraldo and ……”

He was cut off by a beautiful woman in a tight dress who decided to just sit on his lap without asking.

“So what is your name hottie?”

“Geraldo. And yours?”

“Clarissa.”

“Alright then.”

“Do you dance?”

She said as she rubbed her hand across his chest.

“No not really.”

“Then maybe you’d like to….”
She whispered the rest in his ear and Mike understood exactly what was going on. He excused himself to the bathroom and told her to go with him. So I was left alone to drink and wander through the place. I danced a little bit with some girls and I drank….I drank a lot. After 5 mimosa’s and a winning position in a shot contest , I was drunk for when Mike came out. Apparently I am not the kind that gets violent when they are drunk, I just get an attitude of not caring and shouting exactly what I’m thinking.

“So how was it GERALDO

?”

He just looked at me with an embarrassed and disappointed look.

“C’mon now, don’t leave me hanging!!”

As quick as a flash he jumped out of his seat and grabbed my arm.

“We’re going home right now. Do you understand this?”

I nodded and we went out the door and into the car. I started searching for my car keys in my pocket.

“No. I’m driving your way to drunk now get in the passenger side and buckle up.”