Post by El Chingar on Jul 14, 2020 3:01:28 GMT -5
Boston Commons
Boston, MA
Late at Night
El Chingar walks down a foggy Beacon Street. Nobody else is around except for the stray drunk going to their next location, and the looming statue of Alexander Hamilton at the park. His phone starts going off in his pocket, he pulls it out revealing it's a Face Time from El Gordo
El Chingar
How you doing big guy?
El Gordo
Oh you know, doing alright, doing my best to keep still.
El Gordo pans his phone down to reveal his lower body in a cast, everything else is covered in bandages and bruises.
El Chingar
You look rough homie. Sorry I couldn't help, but I went to try and find help!
El Gordo
Oh yeah I know Chingar, I know you were looking out for me. I know you wouldn't just leave me out there to get beaten up on my own.
The two laugh, then marinate in silence.
El Gordo
So what are you doing out so late?
El Chingar
Well even though you're not able to make it out this week, I still have to find somebody to fill in for you for this Bean Boy Battle or whatever it's called.
An yellow hue from a bar sign looms in Chingar's peripheral vision. He hangs up the phone without saying goodbye.
El Chingar
(to himself)
Finally, I made it. I've heard so many stories of this place. If you need somebody to get a job done in the New England area on short notice, this is the place you come to.
He reaches a railing that wraps around to a set of stairs that leads downwards. Above him, reads a large beige sign and bright gold letters that read Cheers. Chingar smiles as he walks down the steps, he reaches the door and goes to open it up. It doesn't open. He shakes the doorknob trying to get it open, and nothing happens. Panicking over to the window he peaks inside, only to be met with a concrete wall slab.
El Chingar
This place isn't fucking real! That son of a bitch at the hotel lied to me!
El Chingar makes his way back up the steps, looking around for any sign on what to do next. From out of the commons crawls out a group of drunk men laughing and pointing at Chingar in front of the not Cheers
Drunks
Where everyyyybody knows your naaaame. And they always...know you're naaameeee
El Chingar watches them go by fuming. He continues to watch the mas they turn down an alley and enter a bar titled The Tam. He follows them in. Inside the bar is a bustling scene full of people, yelling, drinking, and being merry. Chingar sits at the bar and orders a drink. As he drinks he listens to conversation around him.
Boston Man
So I says to her "How do you like dem apples?" Then I punch em in da mouf.
The group around him burst into laughter
El Chingar
That's who I need.
Chingar makes his way over to him, squeezing in between the man and who he's talking to. The group scoff at him and walk off leaving the two alone.
Boston Man
Well yeaaah, how can I help yous?
El Chingar
How would you like to make some money? And all you have to do, is just go be you? Who are you by the way?
Boston Man
Am Bint, Bint Afflek, and am listening to what you gotta say
El Chingar pulls out a crumbled flier for PrimeTime and shows it to him.
El Chingar
Tomorrow night, a bunch of bozos are fighting for some gold.
Bint Afflek
Like who?
El Chingar
Uhhhh
(flubs his lips around trying to remember names)
A vampire, an alcoholic, a paedophile,
At the names, Bint drinks his natty light disinterested.
El Chingar
A crazy irish fuck, a BDSM sub
Bint is still barely paying attention, his eyes start to drift towards the tv screen to watch the Bruins
Bint Afflek
and some random black guys
Everybody, Bint included, stops drinking at the sound of those last few words.
Bint Afflek
Who's cah we taken?
El Chingar
(Smiling)
So what kind of...skills do you have?
Bint Afflek
Well, I can pound a sixer in the blink of an eye. I'm also wicked smaht
Bartender
You ain't wicked smaht, you wicked retahted
Bint Affleck
No, you retahted!
Bartender
No, you ah!
Bint jumps over the bar and starts brawling with the bartender. El Chingar puts on his coat, tosses the flier and his card into the scrap and heads out the door.
El Chignar
So yeah, I guess see you tomorrow? Get some gym pants or something to wear.
Boston, MA
Late at Night
El Chingar walks down a foggy Beacon Street. Nobody else is around except for the stray drunk going to their next location, and the looming statue of Alexander Hamilton at the park. His phone starts going off in his pocket, he pulls it out revealing it's a Face Time from El Gordo
El Chingar
How you doing big guy?
El Gordo
Oh you know, doing alright, doing my best to keep still.
El Gordo pans his phone down to reveal his lower body in a cast, everything else is covered in bandages and bruises.
El Chingar
You look rough homie. Sorry I couldn't help, but I went to try and find help!
El Gordo
Oh yeah I know Chingar, I know you were looking out for me. I know you wouldn't just leave me out there to get beaten up on my own.
The two laugh, then marinate in silence.
El Gordo
So what are you doing out so late?
El Chingar
Well even though you're not able to make it out this week, I still have to find somebody to fill in for you for this Bean Boy Battle or whatever it's called.
An yellow hue from a bar sign looms in Chingar's peripheral vision. He hangs up the phone without saying goodbye.
El Chingar
(to himself)
Finally, I made it. I've heard so many stories of this place. If you need somebody to get a job done in the New England area on short notice, this is the place you come to.
He reaches a railing that wraps around to a set of stairs that leads downwards. Above him, reads a large beige sign and bright gold letters that read Cheers. Chingar smiles as he walks down the steps, he reaches the door and goes to open it up. It doesn't open. He shakes the doorknob trying to get it open, and nothing happens. Panicking over to the window he peaks inside, only to be met with a concrete wall slab.
El Chingar
This place isn't fucking real! That son of a bitch at the hotel lied to me!
El Chingar makes his way back up the steps, looking around for any sign on what to do next. From out of the commons crawls out a group of drunk men laughing and pointing at Chingar in front of the not Cheers
Drunks
Where everyyyybody knows your naaaame. And they always...know you're naaameeee
El Chingar watches them go by fuming. He continues to watch the mas they turn down an alley and enter a bar titled The Tam. He follows them in. Inside the bar is a bustling scene full of people, yelling, drinking, and being merry. Chingar sits at the bar and orders a drink. As he drinks he listens to conversation around him.
Boston Man
So I says to her "How do you like dem apples?" Then I punch em in da mouf.
The group around him burst into laughter
El Chingar
That's who I need.
Chingar makes his way over to him, squeezing in between the man and who he's talking to. The group scoff at him and walk off leaving the two alone.
Boston Man
Well yeaaah, how can I help yous?
El Chingar
How would you like to make some money? And all you have to do, is just go be you? Who are you by the way?
Boston Man
Am Bint, Bint Afflek, and am listening to what you gotta say
El Chingar pulls out a crumbled flier for PrimeTime and shows it to him.
El Chingar
Tomorrow night, a bunch of bozos are fighting for some gold.
Bint Afflek
Like who?
El Chingar
Uhhhh
(flubs his lips around trying to remember names)
A vampire, an alcoholic, a paedophile,
At the names, Bint drinks his natty light disinterested.
El Chingar
A crazy irish fuck, a BDSM sub
Bint is still barely paying attention, his eyes start to drift towards the tv screen to watch the Bruins
Bint Afflek
and some random black guys
Everybody, Bint included, stops drinking at the sound of those last few words.
Bint Afflek
Who's cah we taken?
El Chingar
(Smiling)
So what kind of...skills do you have?
Bint Afflek
Well, I can pound a sixer in the blink of an eye. I'm also wicked smaht
Bartender
You ain't wicked smaht, you wicked retahted
Bint Affleck
No, you retahted!
Bartender
No, you ah!
Bint jumps over the bar and starts brawling with the bartender. El Chingar puts on his coat, tosses the flier and his card into the scrap and heads out the door.
El Chignar
So yeah, I guess see you tomorrow? Get some gym pants or something to wear.