Story Jots # 4 – Where is Danny Champagne?
Go ahead, tell me one more time that you don’t know where he is, and I am pulling this trigger. I’m tired of games. You know, it’s actually convenient you wearing that mask. Now I won’t risk getting too much of your ugly face all over my new black marble floor. My wife hates when I do stuff like that. She’ll be pissed if she finds out I brought my work home. Only, this time she won’t be too hard on me. Because you my friend, were stupid enough to come here on your own free will. This is sort of like delivery for me. What the hell were thinking coming to my house anyway? To my private masquerade party? Then, have the nerve to drink my expensive booze and hit on my ladies. They are all on my clock you know? You got some balls, kids. I will give you that. OK, cut the bullshit. Where is Danny Champagne?
Danny Champagne? Oh, I don’t need to tell you that. No, Mr. Champagne is on his way. He’s coming here. You see, you’re not the only one looking for someone. Mr. Champagne’s been dying to meet you as well. And, because I wore this mask. Because I came to your lame ass party, because I drank your shitty water downed booze, and hit on your ten dollar hookers. Because of all of that, I was able to inform Mr. Champagne where you were. Exactly where you stand. Literally, right down to this very moment.
The hell you talking about, boy? I got fifty men posted all around this place. Killers. There’s ten parked outside my door at this very moment. Swallow the shit and God damn it!! For the last time…WHERE IS DANNY CHAMPAGNE???
Alright, alright, maybe I can tell you. I can tell you where he is.
He’s standing behind you.
Evening, names Danny Champagne.