[Rockwolf66]

Latter that night Maria stared at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep with the events of the previous day. She had burned so many bridges that she could just about taste the ashes. Contemplating what she did she got up off the couch with a groan. Padding barefoot she made her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass in the darkness he opened the freezer and got some ice and a chilled bottle of Jack Daniels. The fridge added some coca Cola for color. She finished putting together the mostly Whiskey drink when Tamara's voice startled her.

"Can't sleep?" Tamara asks.

"Nope, been one of those days that just stress a girl out." Maria replies.

"Well you arn't supost to be drinkin' something like that."

"I've done alot of things I'm not supost to do and I've been doing them for most of my life."

"That's what worries me." Tamara comments. "I don't want Johnny to get dragged into the sorts of Violence you lived with."

"Do you know what Johnny is capable of?" Maria asks.

"I've seen what happens when Johnny does get violent" Tamara replies. "For a while after what happened to Amber, he was staying with me. A wannabe Gangsta thug by the nickname of Big Thump wanted me as one of his bedmates. He'd knocked up this one Mex gal who didn't have the sense to know that Big Thump was a looser. I had turned his ass down repeatedly. One day he was waiting for me at my place. Johnny was there and he got between Thump and myself. They fought and Thump was looseing so he tried to grab a knife and stab Johnny. Johnny is a trained in how to fight.So Johnny ended up takeing Big Thump Apart with a kitchen knife. Scary thing was that he slept like a baby afterwards."

"I've noticed that about Johnny." Maria replies.

"What did you get my brother into." Tamara asks with a worried tone.

"He met my father and I've never seen the psychopathic bastard so scared in my life." Maria replies. "I had just met him and he invited me to lunch. Mi padre found me and messed with Texas. Mi padre ended up with all but one of the men with him dead and missing half his left leg. The only reason he's still alive was the fact that Johnny didn't feel right killing him infront of me. If he had done that I would have hated him. I'm not sure what I feel about him now."

"Give me a drink like the one you've made." Tamara remarks.Amber, Gwen, now Maria. Damn that boy attracts the most troublesome girls he can find.

***
Johnny parked his Suburban and looked over the The Chateau. Despite it's fancy sounding name it was the sort of bar that could be best described as a dive. Between the faded blue paint, the bright neon lights, and the general rundown appearace of the neighborhood it wasn't the sort of place that attracted those who had better places they could go. Even when dealing with the various, drunks, thugs and outright criminals that were attracted to the place he liked it. Picking up his duster from the passenger seat he pondered what that said about him. Who in their right mind and had other places they could be would choose to work in a neighborhood where there was at least one shooting a week and daily violence? Some people came to such places because they wanted to help save the world from all it's problems. Johnny liked the place for those rare moments when things happened and the rush of adrenaline, those moments when life was no longer dull and ordinary. Getting out of the Suburban he slipped into his duster and started walking to the door.

Pulling open the steel clad door he stepped inside and to one side until his eyes adjusted to the lighting. Scanning the room he looked over the bar girls and the patrons. Behind the bar was Ramona and Marcia. Ramona was the shorter of the two but beter endowed in the torso and was wearing a shirt tied just below her charms in order to draw attention to that fact. Maricia was less topheavy but still filled out her halter top. Along the bar was the usual evening crowd of Victor, Cory, Max, Rico, Emilio, Arturo, and Carlos. Most of them were pretty harmless although Emilio did fancy himself a biker and was trying to join a local outlaw Motorcycle club. Johnny Smiled as he spotted Santos walking towards him. Santos was a broadshouldered Ex-con with a leathery face who bounced on most nights. Great at his job Johnny had watched him defuse situations that should have ended in bloody brawls. They Shook hands.

"El Parton in his office?" Johnny asked once greetings were out of the way.

"Yeah, go ahead and clock in." Santos said. "Just don't spent too much time getting Marcia's hopes up."

"I won't." Johnny said with a devilish grin. Marcia flirted with him every chance she got and Johnny occationally returned the favor. It really wasn't serious for either of them but there was chemistry. Stepping behind the bar he walked towards the office. Right on cue Marcia "Accidentaly" bumped him with a firm, curvy ass.

"Oh, sorry Johnny I didn't see you there." Marcia flirts demurely.

"It's no problem Bonita Seniorita." Johnny answers. In his head he gets the image of a smaller, green eyed latina. "Unfortunatly I got to clock in."

"Ok, we'll talk latter ok?" Marcia says with an impish grin.

Johnny knocks on the office door. " Hey Gabrial, it's Johnny could you open up the door?"

Gabrial open the door and lets Johnny in. "How is it out there?"

"Quiet for now." Johnny replies. "hopefuly we have a quiet night."

"Amen to that Johnny." Gabrial answers. "We all make better money when it's quiet.

Unfortunatly any hope of a quiet night was drowned out about 11pm in the rumble of motorcycle engines. A week before there was a barroom brawl between two local Motorcylce clubs the Los Diablos and the Los Peros de Camino. Both gangs are small in comparison to the Banditos who arew the major biker gang in Texas, Both gangs combined are little more than fifty people. What they lack in size they make up for in Methamphetamine fuled mayhem. The Trio of motorcycles belong to Los Diablos and inside Emilio is a prospect of Los Peros.