The Fiance II

Here is the sequel to my hit piece, "The Fiance" published back in October:

The Fiance II
by Textutor


               His friends were half mad. They couldn't possibly think of a more stupid way to spend Friday night. Giggling with a few hiccups here and there, they rushed up to the bar.

"Man, this is gonna' be the best prank ever." Said the driver

"Yea. We're totally gonna' mess it up."

"Guys, we really should think twice about this." Interrupted Mr. Hanson

"What? No way! We talked about this for years! It's time to get payback on those fascist pigs! But first...a quick shot or two."

Mr. Hanson sighed, as he pulled out a piece of scratch paper and wrote to his fiancè.

My sweet fiance,


            I am sorry for this promise yet again broken. I sit here writing in the car. I am driving home in about an hour. Dave has gone too far. I sure can pick ‘em. I will see you soon.
 
                                                                                       -John
 
       John thought how the marriage will turn out. Soon, he drifted asleep. But, right as his eyes shut, the car slammed to a halt.
 
"We're here!" Dave cried with a sort of sing
 
      Dave, John, and Mike all walked into the bar. It was crowded. Nobody ever comes here anymore. It's too crowded, John thought.
 
"Man. There's like-chicks everywhere, man." Shouted Mike over the music
 
"No thanks," replied John, "mine's at home waiting for me."
 
"Whatever, man. Let's just grab a tequila and go." said Mike
 
The three men walked up to the bar.
 
"Evening, gents. What can I getcha'?" Said the bartender
 
"Three Tequilas" yelled Dave
 
"Actually, none for me. Two tequilas." John butted in
 
"Two tequilas comin' up."
 
"What the heck, John?" Scolded Mike "We were supposed to get wasted so it looks like an accident!"
 
"No way, Mike. I can't get drunk. I'm getting married in 2 weeks." John replied
 
"Then live a little," said Dave, "listen, buddy. I've been married 7 times. It's the worst thing that could happen to a man. We lose our cool. Our dignity. Our manlihood." Said Dave
 
"That's just you, Dave. You can't even keep a relationship together for 7 hours." John replied
 
               After that, John didn't talk to Dave for the next 20 minutes. Mike was talking to some college girls, half intoxicated. Dave tried to stop him from wasting himself on the girls, he said. In fact, he said it right in front of them. All he got in return was a punch to the stomach and a smack to the face.
 
"I told you guys not to get wasted," Said John "now I have to drive you home."
 
"Awwwww, c'mon, bud. Pal. Friend. We're only havin' a few drinks." Blurted Mike
 
"Mike, 17 shots of tequila is not a few drinks." Replied John
 
"Was it really that many?" Mike thought out loud
 
"I don't know about you, but I have to get home. I'll see you guys on Monday." Said John
 
"Okay! Okay! We're not drunk! We're not drunk. Look. No more drinks." Yelled Dave
 
"Okay," said John, "if you're not drunk, follow my finger."
 
"Uh- I can't." Dave said
 
"And why's that?" replied John
 
"I'm drunk."
 
"That's what I thought. Goodbye, guys."
 
         With that, John walked out the door, and began driving away. Dave and Mike had noticed this and sobered up immediately. Dave pulled out his cell phone as Mike started up a gray sedan, like that out of a 1970s factory, with dark tinted windows.
 
"Alan, hey, it's Dave. We're following John's car, plate number ABY-RD1. Did you forge the letter?"
 
*Static* "Yea, it's ready to go. I'm driving to the Hanson residence right now."
 
"Mmkay, we see 'em. Go to go."
 
              The grey car pulled up next to John's. After two or three mile markers, it cut in front of John's SUV. Right about then, an identical grey sedan pulled into the driveway of John's house, with Alan walking up. He knocks on the door, as a woman answers.
 
"Mrs. Hanson?"
 
"Yes?"
 
              Back in John's SUV, he is trying to navigate around the car.
 
"Oh, what the heck. This guy's crazy." Said John, muttering to himself, "He's probably drunk.
 
                 It was right about when John said drunk that Dave and Mike waved to him in the sedan. John lost control of the car as it spun off into the ravine. Flame and flesh grinded with metal as John screamed until no more. Dave and Mike pulled the corpse from the wreckage as a tow truck came to clear the car's crash course. After all was gone, Mike and Dave brought the body to the house where Alan was waiting.
 
Alan met up with them, "Here, put the body here."
 
"Great, he's really heavy. Aww, his blood's dripping."
 
After that, Mike, Dave and Alan got in their sedans and drove before they could hear Mrs. Hanson's shreiks pierce the sky.

"So, where to now?" Asked Mike

"Mexico, where else? They can't touch us there." Replied Dave

Mike smiled and said, "Alright! Horchata, Tequila, and girls, here we come!"

The car faded away down Cherry St. with a low, silent hum, when a police car pulled up to the Hanson residence.