Post by Criminal Intent on Jul 14, 2008 8:41:05 GMT -5
-Pierce sits alone at a table designed for three. Although the other two place settings are untouched and the chairs remain unoccupied, Pierce still carries a sense of excitement. As he straightens his baby blue tie, a waiter in a tuxedo walks over to the table.
Pierce: Ah, Luigi, my good man! How are you old friend?
Luigi: Very well sir. To what might I attribute the joy of your company on this fine night?
Pierce: Things are finally going my way and I decided to get the whole gang together, including our newest member.
-Pierce points to one of the empty place settings. Luigi looks towards it with a sincere curiosity.
Luigi: Oh, do we have a new Criminal disciple?
-A smirk covers Pierce's face.
Pierce: I'm afraid not Luigi. We have a new Miss Criminal to take...er...her place.
-Both men break eye contact as talks of the situation are not the most comfortable of subjects.
Luigi: And you have brought her here to meet Mr. Twizzle and complete the circle? Very special. very special indeed. How can I make this more special for you?
-Pierce ponders for a moment with his chin in his hand.
Pierce: Bring me your second cheapest wine in the back.
Luigi: Of course.
-Luigi disappears into the enormous fancy restaurant, leaving Pierce again alone. He again fidgets with his tie and then his napkin, making sure everything is straight. Then suddenly his cell phone rings and "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain blares obnoxiously through the building. Dozens of people in turn and whisper to one another and one is even heard saying "What a homo". Pierce flips his cell phone open and answers.
Pierce: Jackboot?
...
Pierce: What do you mean you're still on the set.
...
Pierce: But I thought you said you'd be three hours ago.
...
Pierce: Okay, I'll see you later.
-Pierce shakes his head as he slips his cell phone back into his pocket. Luigi returns with a bucket of ice, which holds a bottle of wine. As he approaches he notices the frustrated look across Pierce's face.
Pierce: Cancel the wine Luigi. Boot's not going to make it.
Luigi: Very sorry to hear it. However, this is no reason to be down. You shall still have the company of what I'm sure is a very nice, very attractive lady.
Pierce: This is true.
Luigi: Now that's the spirit.
-Luigi claps three times as a group of men dressed in the same fashion as him surround the table . In no time they remove the surplus chair and utensils and straighten the others so that they are directly across from Pierce. They then disappear into where ever it was they came from. This whole ordeal changes Pierce's expression away from one of sorrow and into one of the previous excitement.
Pierce: Okay, let's step it up. I'll take your third cheapest wine and can we get some candles too?
Luigi: Absolutely my good sir. I'll have them brought out immediately.
-Luigi disappears back into the restaurant. Leaving Pierce alone yet again.
Pierce (to himself): This will be fine. She can meet Jackboot later. Plus, with a cute girl like her, some alone time can't hurt.
-Just as he finishes his thought, "Hands down" by Dashboard Confessional rings out through the dining area. Pierce scurries to get it to quiet down, but already the rest of the patrons are livid. Several of louder suggestions, including "How about turning your volume down?" and "get a straight ringtone, flamer!”, are sent out this time opposed to the quietude of the first call. Pierce finally gets it out and quiets it by flipping it open.
Pierce: Hello.
...
Pierce: Oh, _____.
-A loud crashing of dishes block out the end of Pierce’s sentence.
Pierce: You can’t make it either?
...
Pierce: But, I though...
...
Pierce: Alright, I’ll see you Wednesday?
...
Pierce: Alright see you then.
-Pierce flips his phone closed. Just as he does so Luigi appears with the candles and the new bucket of wine. He catches Pierce disposing of his cell phone into his pocket. Luigi approaches the table.
Luigi: I take it she won’t be making it either?
Pierce: Nope, so you better get rid of the candles and make it a Cavanaugh special.
Luigi: Very well sir.
-Luigi claps his hands five time and the same group of assistants round up the unnecessary portions of the table. Within moments they have vanished, leaving only a box of Ritz Town House crackers, three cans of Kraft Easy Cheese and a six pack of Red Stripe. Pierce leans forwards and places his arms on the table as he cracks one of the Red Stripes open and takes the first sip. He motions to the other chair which the assistants seem to have forgotten about. Luigi accepts and seats himself opposite of Pierce.
Pierce: I don’t know how I ever got into working in teams, Luigi. Why do I keep doing it?
-Pierce takes out a roll of crackers and begins to make himself some cheesy snacks.
Luigi: Because you are a trusting person, Pierce. You trust that no matter what, Jackboot is going to show up Wednesday and take care of business. And why wouldn’t you trust him? Has he ever let you down? Despite the fact that you two were at each other’s throats before, he always showed up and always gave it his all and you two always walked out on top.
-Pierce nods as he motions a cracker towards Luigi, who declines.
Luigi: Plus, how much prep could you two possibly need for this team. It’s not like you have another match against the Rage and Sage Connection or even Dynasty for that matter. It’s a plump dimwit and his nursing home refuge.
-Pierce enjoys a laugh at the expense of both his opponents as well as the others trying to enjoy their dinner.
Pierce: Hey, thanks for cheering me up Luigi.
Luigi: Of course.
-Luigi stand up and pushes the chair in, leaving Pierce eating his cheap snack by himself.
Pierce: Luigi’s right, I got to trust Jackboot even if he is off doing his thing. He always shows and we always beat teams that are five times as good as these losers.
-Pierce finishes his beer as his phone rings yet again, this time chiming “I Don’t Wanna Miss a thing” by Aerosmith through the restaurant. The man who has made all of the homosexual jokes thus far stands up this time to emit his insult.
Man: Dude, grow some balls and have some common M***** F****** courtesy.
-Pierce leaves his phone in his pocket as he rises with a can of Red Stripe and one of his cheese and cracker sandwiches. He steps towards the man as he swallows the cracker. The then cracks the beer open and takes a large sip, before spitting it in his face. Then before the man can react, he hit’s him with an European uppercut, which sends him flying onto his own table. Pierce walks back to his table and grabs the remaining four beers and walks out the front door.
Pierce: Ah, Luigi, my good man! How are you old friend?
Luigi: Very well sir. To what might I attribute the joy of your company on this fine night?
Pierce: Things are finally going my way and I decided to get the whole gang together, including our newest member.
-Pierce points to one of the empty place settings. Luigi looks towards it with a sincere curiosity.
Luigi: Oh, do we have a new Criminal disciple?
-A smirk covers Pierce's face.
Pierce: I'm afraid not Luigi. We have a new Miss Criminal to take...er...her place.
-Both men break eye contact as talks of the situation are not the most comfortable of subjects.
Luigi: And you have brought her here to meet Mr. Twizzle and complete the circle? Very special. very special indeed. How can I make this more special for you?
-Pierce ponders for a moment with his chin in his hand.
Pierce: Bring me your second cheapest wine in the back.
Luigi: Of course.
-Luigi disappears into the enormous fancy restaurant, leaving Pierce again alone. He again fidgets with his tie and then his napkin, making sure everything is straight. Then suddenly his cell phone rings and "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain blares obnoxiously through the building. Dozens of people in turn and whisper to one another and one is even heard saying "What a homo". Pierce flips his cell phone open and answers.
Pierce: Jackboot?
...
Pierce: What do you mean you're still on the set.
...
Pierce: But I thought you said you'd be three hours ago.
...
Pierce: Okay, I'll see you later.
-Pierce shakes his head as he slips his cell phone back into his pocket. Luigi returns with a bucket of ice, which holds a bottle of wine. As he approaches he notices the frustrated look across Pierce's face.
Pierce: Cancel the wine Luigi. Boot's not going to make it.
Luigi: Very sorry to hear it. However, this is no reason to be down. You shall still have the company of what I'm sure is a very nice, very attractive lady.
Pierce: This is true.
Luigi: Now that's the spirit.
-Luigi claps three times as a group of men dressed in the same fashion as him surround the table . In no time they remove the surplus chair and utensils and straighten the others so that they are directly across from Pierce. They then disappear into where ever it was they came from. This whole ordeal changes Pierce's expression away from one of sorrow and into one of the previous excitement.
Pierce: Okay, let's step it up. I'll take your third cheapest wine and can we get some candles too?
Luigi: Absolutely my good sir. I'll have them brought out immediately.
-Luigi disappears back into the restaurant. Leaving Pierce alone yet again.
Pierce (to himself): This will be fine. She can meet Jackboot later. Plus, with a cute girl like her, some alone time can't hurt.
-Just as he finishes his thought, "Hands down" by Dashboard Confessional rings out through the dining area. Pierce scurries to get it to quiet down, but already the rest of the patrons are livid. Several of louder suggestions, including "How about turning your volume down?" and "get a straight ringtone, flamer!”, are sent out this time opposed to the quietude of the first call. Pierce finally gets it out and quiets it by flipping it open.
Pierce: Hello.
...
Pierce: Oh, _____.
-A loud crashing of dishes block out the end of Pierce’s sentence.
Pierce: You can’t make it either?
...
Pierce: But, I though...
...
Pierce: Alright, I’ll see you Wednesday?
...
Pierce: Alright see you then.
-Pierce flips his phone closed. Just as he does so Luigi appears with the candles and the new bucket of wine. He catches Pierce disposing of his cell phone into his pocket. Luigi approaches the table.
Luigi: I take it she won’t be making it either?
Pierce: Nope, so you better get rid of the candles and make it a Cavanaugh special.
Luigi: Very well sir.
-Luigi claps his hands five time and the same group of assistants round up the unnecessary portions of the table. Within moments they have vanished, leaving only a box of Ritz Town House crackers, three cans of Kraft Easy Cheese and a six pack of Red Stripe. Pierce leans forwards and places his arms on the table as he cracks one of the Red Stripes open and takes the first sip. He motions to the other chair which the assistants seem to have forgotten about. Luigi accepts and seats himself opposite of Pierce.
Pierce: I don’t know how I ever got into working in teams, Luigi. Why do I keep doing it?
-Pierce takes out a roll of crackers and begins to make himself some cheesy snacks.
Luigi: Because you are a trusting person, Pierce. You trust that no matter what, Jackboot is going to show up Wednesday and take care of business. And why wouldn’t you trust him? Has he ever let you down? Despite the fact that you two were at each other’s throats before, he always showed up and always gave it his all and you two always walked out on top.
-Pierce nods as he motions a cracker towards Luigi, who declines.
Luigi: Plus, how much prep could you two possibly need for this team. It’s not like you have another match against the Rage and Sage Connection or even Dynasty for that matter. It’s a plump dimwit and his nursing home refuge.
-Pierce enjoys a laugh at the expense of both his opponents as well as the others trying to enjoy their dinner.
Pierce: Hey, thanks for cheering me up Luigi.
Luigi: Of course.
-Luigi stand up and pushes the chair in, leaving Pierce eating his cheap snack by himself.
Pierce: Luigi’s right, I got to trust Jackboot even if he is off doing his thing. He always shows and we always beat teams that are five times as good as these losers.
-Pierce finishes his beer as his phone rings yet again, this time chiming “I Don’t Wanna Miss a thing” by Aerosmith through the restaurant. The man who has made all of the homosexual jokes thus far stands up this time to emit his insult.
Man: Dude, grow some balls and have some common M***** F****** courtesy.
-Pierce leaves his phone in his pocket as he rises with a can of Red Stripe and one of his cheese and cracker sandwiches. He steps towards the man as he swallows the cracker. The then cracks the beer open and takes a large sip, before spitting it in his face. Then before the man can react, he hit’s him with an European uppercut, which sends him flying onto his own table. Pierce walks back to his table and grabs the remaining four beers and walks out the front door.
