Crossroads: Neighborhood going downhill

 6 Months Later.


Fox is sitting at the bar when a group of pale men in dark clothes enter. Fox glances at Wilson. Wilson shrugs. The men in black shove their way through the crowd and pull up a table.


Fox: Why do you let those clowns in here?


Wilson: You know of a way to keep them out? One that won't start a war?


Fox looks back to them harassing the cocktail waitress. Fox stands up.


Wilson: Fox?


Fox walks over.


Wilson: You're not about to do something stupid are you?

Fox continues walking toward the table. He strikes a match and lights a cigarette. One of the vamps flinches. Fox chuckles. The waitress storms away.


Fox: Not afraid of a little fire are ya?


Vamp 1: You better get that shit over to the other side of the room.


Fox: I just wanted to check in with you gentlemen. You're welcome to come here, but there are certain rules of decorum that are expected. Like being polite to the waitresses.


Vamp 2: Do you have any idea who we are?


Fox: Judging from the clothes and complexion, I was assuming pro surfers.


Vamp 2 hisses. Fox just stares dryly.


Fox: That ever work on anyone?


Vamp 3: Don't push your luck meat bag.


Fox: Just wanting to make sure everyone gets to enjoy the bar.


Fox stands up and walks away from the table. Vamp 1 hisses and lunges at Fox from behind. A wooden baseball bat smashes into his face. Wilson appears behind it. The bat has BITCH, BE COOL burned into the side of it, pointed at Vamp 1 who is holding his bloody nose. The other two Vamps jump to their feet.


Wilson: If you can't behave, you're outta here.


Vamp 2: You don't tell us what to do.


Fox is already taking his pool cue out of his bag. Vamp 3 stands, putting his hand on Vamp 2's shoulder.


Vamp 3: It's fine. Doesn't even matter. We're going to go...


Vamp 2 glares, but follows. Vamp 1, seeing the other two leave, stumbles behind. Wilson sighs.


Fox: Still don't know why you put up with them.


Wilson: One, because there's too many in town now. Two, I can keep an eye on them in here. Now they're pissed and going to be looking for someone out there to take it out on...


Fox is silent.


Wilson: Didn't think about that, did you?


Candy, the Waitress walks up.


Candy: You should just go take 'em out.


Fox: I'm not in the vamp hunting business.


Candy: And here I thought you were some kind of hero...


Candy walks off. Fox sighs and walks to the bar, pouring a tall drink.


Fox: I don't do that anymore.


Later, Fox and Wilson are walking down the street. The streets look more ominous than before.


Wilson: Neighborhood's really taken a turn.


Fox: It's not so bad...


Wilson just looks at Fox. Fox lights a cigarette. Wilson lights a cigar. They both exhale.


They here a scream off in the distant. Wilson's head snaps up.


Fox: That's gotta be 10 blocks away. It'll be all over before we get there.


Wilson kicks over a trash can.


Wilson: How did it get like this?!


Fox: Everything changes.


Wilson: But like this? This is boned man. Seriously.


Fox: I know. But what are we going to do?


Wilson: Bust some heads?


Fox: And then what? You know where that goes.


Wilson: You seemed ready earlier.


Fox: Them disrespecting people in our own house is one thing. But going out there looking for trouble is how more people get hurt.


Wilson looks down at Fox's necklace.


Wilson: You really need to get rid of that thing.



They here a scream. Wilson starts running.


Fox: What are you doing?


Wilson: Finding out what that was.


Fox: And then doing what?


Wilson: Kicking some asses?


Fox stands still.


Wilson: Are you serious right now?


Wilson shakes his head and keeps running.


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