Boss was back in town, and this time it wasn’t on the D.L.
Walking into The Eagle, Boss waited for his eyes to adjust to the smokey darkness that filled the room. Coming into view was a shadow he knew well. Slouched over an empty 40oz of Old E was his old partner’s son, Zone.
“Hey Kid, you still drinking that shit water?” Boss said laughing as Zone recognized him.
The leather jacket was the same one he had worn for years. Zone had never seen him in anything else besides Levis, a black t-shirt and that jacket. Even in the squelching 120 degree Arizona desert heat, that was it. Zone smiled thinking about how pissed he was at Powell falling off the jet ski wearing it.
“Aww, there he is…What, this? Zone replied looking down at the bottle. “This is the finest shit water you can get north of the border. You want? ”
“What the hell. It’s like what…?” Boss answered looking at his watch, “9:45 in the morning.”
He pulled up the empty bar stool next to Zone. The cold 40oz sat sweating in front of him. It tasted like shit, exactly as he remembered it. He watched Zone take a drink. The image was just as it was twenty years ago when he had sat there with the kid’s father.
“Damn where you been? It’s been a minute since I saw you last.” Zone asked.
“Shit kid, you how it is when you are on that DL. You learned that at what, twelve?” Boss said as he punch him in the arm.
“Hey watch it asshole. Zone said laughing, “I am not twelve any more. I can kick your ass while blindfolded, hung over and my hands tied behind my back.”
Boss did not doubt that. He had a kick no one else could touch. When his foot made contact it was like every once of anger and power in him came through at once, exploding on contact. Zone’s reputation preceded him, so it was not often Boss had seen it.
“Yeah, I guess you could kick my ass.” Boss said looking towards the tiny girl standing by the Jagermeister cooler. “Hey sweetheart, can we get a couple of shots down here?”
Boss watched her turn, her eyes flashing sharp blue. It was like looking a negative of her mother. Everything was the same, except black where the blond was.
“What the hell did you just call me? I ain’t your sweetheart, Asshole.” she paused recognizing the now silver hair and the old leather jacket, “Boss…? Damn it is you, when did you get back in town?”
“Shit, girl I just rolled up. Damn, you look good! Wanna take a run up north? My bike is outside.” Boss asked, with a grin.
She could feel her face get hot, “Shut the hell up Boss. Your older than my daddy.”
“I know girl, I know… but in another life time..”
He said, winking at her as she handed him the shot.
The cold went down smooth and fast. Setting the glass down his focus went back to Zone.
“Speaking of your pops, where the hell is that asshole?”