I was walking through Greenbelt trying to find something to eat when I saw them again. It had been two days since our return with zero contact. The girls were at the table with new guys – loud, drunk obnoxious foreigners who were in their mid-forties.
But there was the third girl that Rabbit and Rose had told me about. Her name was Dee. She had this withdrawn look on her face. I mean she was smiling and laughing with the jokes and being charming – her hands and fingers rubbing the shoulders and arms of the Argentinean guy who I also knew about – but there was this absent look about her. The guy’s name was Jacques. I had seen his picture multiple times on Rabbit’s Nokia.
They had not seen me yet. So I turned back to the security guard who had just waved his magic bomb wand across my bag to see if there were any explosives. I stood beside the metal detector.
“Yes boss,” the security guard asked with his eyes watching those entering and leaving.
“Hey, I just wanted to tell you. See that table of people over there?” And I pointed.
The security guard looked confused but nodded. “Yes boss.”
“See that bald guy with the white shirt with the buttons open all the way down his chest?”
“Yes.”
“That guy beats his girlfriend. Her name is Dee.”
The guard then looked me in the eyes and was very quiet.
“I just wanted to let you know. I am going to go up to him and punch him in the face just three times and walki away. I am not trying to cause a problem. But I wanted to give you a heads up.” I said and that’s when my body started shaking from anger.
The security guard squinted trying to register what I had said. “Excuse me?”
But I didn’t answer. I turned and walked a straight line to the table.
Rose saw me approach and was startled. Rabbit saw me and broke into a smile. A very broad smile. But then she saw my face and it was like she read my mind and saw my trajectory.
The men who had sexy women surrounding them at every angle and the wine bottle in its bucket chilling were laughing loudly at something that ended with the words, “Fucking wanker,” and they exploded with laugher.
I was up on the forty year old bald guy. “You Jacques?” I asked while I balled up my fist.
His smile changed. “Yeah…”
And before he could say a smart ass comment I had thrown two punches. I felt the smack against the bone of his cheek and I felt the give when I crunched his nose. The table sprung into screams. And his buddies started lunging to stop my arms. But not before I had swung underneath and caught him on the chin to hear the smack.
His friends had grabbed me and pulled me back. Rabbit yelled, “Jackson!”
“Hey, I am cool!” I yelled. “I am done.”
Jacques had a trickle of blood coming out his nose.
“You never, ever hit a woman fucker,” I reached into my pocket and threw a business card on the table. “If you want to fucking hit someone, don’t be a little pussy, hit a guy you little prick. I am always ready. Call me.”
And like that, I tore out of the hold of his buddies who were completely shocked and walked away. The security guard I had talked to was there. Surprised. He was wanting to draw a gun and he reached his hand out to stop me but just paused and scratched his head.
As I pushed out of the commotion, I caught a fleeting glance of Dee. I saw her eyes had tears but a slight smile.
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