Prison Chronicles Presents: THE UNDERTAKERS Volume One: Chapter 1
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The next few weeks we will be sharing a creative side project called The Undertakers. It's a series of ficitonal short stories, (roughly based on true events) written by Samuel and Magida.
Chapter One:
Another Let Down
It had been a long week, and this was the perfect time to be sitting at the strip club discussing what had just happened. As the music plays and the girls are dancing, the guys are trying to shake off how close this weekend's loss could have been.
“We should have been able to plan things a lot better than that. The information wasn't as viable as it should have been,” Pane says, looking over at Sure Shot. “We gotta get our girls to be a little more thorough on the type of details that they're getting, if we're gonna continue making real money.”
Sure Shot’s pissed because of how sloppy K.O. and Sinner were the other night. Those guys, along with the information these girls gave them, really fucked them over. “30k ain't nothing when it's split between 10 people. If we’re blowing money like this, and we're not putting it towards the pot, how are we ever going to get our own business started? At the rate we’re going, we won’t be able to open up our own garage for years.”
That’s when Raven; a dark, seductive, sassy, curly-haired, curvy dancer walks up to the guys with drinks in her hand and a smirk on her face, “What's got you guys so pissed off,” she says with sarcasm.
Sure Shot snaps back, pointing a finger inches towards her face in a threateningly manner, “What do you mean? You know exactly what the fuck happened. You didn't tell us all the people that were going to be there. You left us hanging, and we almost got caught up. You and the girls don't deserve to get what you had coming.”
With quickness, Raven throws a shot of tequila in Sure Shot’s face. The stinging in his eyes doesn’t stop him from his quick reaction as he snatches Raven by her hair. Pane jumps up, separating the two of them, before things get out of hand. “Cool it,” he says under his breath. Sure Shot has always been hot-headed, and it doesn’t take much to set him off. However, foolishness is his biggest pet peeve, and the way things went down the other night, Sure Shot knew he couldn’t let it go.
At this point, people in the club start glancing over, looking curiously at what's going on. Pane pulls up a stool and directs Raven to sit down. “What the fuck happened? You said there were only gonna be three people. There was almost double that, and our guys could have seriously gotten hurt.”
Raven mumbles under her breath, “I mean, we’ve been partying with the guys for weeks now, we gave you the info we had,”
“Well, this is where the sloppiness of K.O. and Sinner also comes in. We can’t forget about those guys.” Sure Shot interrupts, “This was their responsibility, you guys all fell short. They were supposed to be scoping out the spot for at least a week. Come to find out, they only checked it out once or twice. We went in fucking blind.”
While focusing on Raven’s demeanor, Pane adds, “That 30k that was supposed to be there, was only 10, and a couple pounds of work. So you four girls are gonna have to take a loss, same with K.O. and Sinner. You guys fucked up the information, so this 10k is going straight to the pot.”
“Wait what! What do you mean? What the fuck. That’s not fair.” Raven hisses back at Pane, while avoiding eye contact with Sure Shot.
“So hold up, let me finish,” Pane continues, “with the couple pounds of work we came up on, you mentioned you got another crew that might be balling. So, Raven, why don't you see what they got going, and see if you can hustle this work to them. And while you’re at it, find out what kind of come up we can make happen.”
“Well, how does that solve our money shortage?” Raven asks, annoyed.
Sure Shot interrupts her once again, ”Make a transaction with this, and we split that between us.”
“Okay, let me make some contacts, and see what I can do. I'll talk to the other girls, and let's all get together in a couple of days and discuss this next job.” Raven stared down at the floor, trying to make sense of what just happened.
“Hey! What the fuck are you doing, you working or you socializing, get your ass on that stage.” The club owner shouts as he bursts through the back doors. Fat Man, he’s one greasy mother fucker. Always getting in the way.
“We’re paying customers, don't worry about what the fuck we're doing with these bitches.” Sure Shot yells back at him.
Fat Man scoffs, “Ya, you always pay, but I ain't never seen no money. Matter of fact, a payment on your credit is due.”
As the night ends, Raven makes her way back home. Staring out her window, she waits for Pane to come by. As the sun starts to come up, the echoes of Pane’s bike finally rumble through the empty streets of Northeast Los Angeles. Before getting off his bike, Pane fires off a page to the rest of the guys, “222” to let the guys know a meeting is scheduled at the club the following evening.
Nearby on a dead end street, Sure Shot finds himself in bed with Sapphire and Jazmin from the club. And as he receives the page, he mentions to the girls, “We all gotta meet up tonight."
... Chapter two next week.