As the sunlight tattered behind Nashville's evening clowds, the roar of an 1100 series "Chopper" wails fiercfully down a gravel road and into an old lot. Off the highway, on the outskirts of Nashville lies a small brick building with a wooden porch like step and tin roof. A small light is shining from the inside, as only one run down vehical sets in the drive.
The roar of an engine muffles to a stop. Sitting upon the black leather seat of the bike, a young couple starts to decend the chopper, gazing upwards to a rundown sign that flashes a half lit monogram.
The young lady sways her long, blonde hair from side to side, dusting off any particles which may have "hitched" a ride along the way. She stands looking herself over for anything misplaced, as she pats both palms of her hands to back of a pair of black demin jeans that fit firmly over her waistline. With a smile and a quick brush to the front of her chest, the young lady disposes of any road film from upon her half waisted white t-shirt.
The door makes an eerie squeal as the two walk inside. The place is quiet; not a person in site, the two make their way in, looking around the place and stumble across an old pool table.
The young lady leans foward, pulling some of the ball into place inside the rack, as the young man walks toward the back of the building.
The scene switches now to the outside of the building; there you see a man dressed in an orange plaid button down shirt, a pair of blue jeans and a dingy white towel over his left shoulder. The man is breaking down a few card board boxes, and putting it into a green dumpster. The man is whistling and has his back turned to the young man, who stands wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black "Orange County Chopper's" t-shirt, black sun shades with an orange tint and black wolverine boots. The young man stands watching the elder as he turns now facing him.
The young man shook his head and stood next to the man.
Who you calling kid, old man? I'll tell you what, why don't you do this...Give me a 12 pack of Busch longnecks, a bottle of Beam and some quarters for the juke box and I wont get her over there.
The old man looks at the young lady and winks at her. The young man sees it and grabs the bottles from him shaking his head as he walks past the girl who has just slammed the cue stick down on the table.
The young lady looks around the empty room, she glares over to the young man who has given himself a short stay over by the man as he walks over to a corner booth and pops the top on one of the bottles.
Come here cutie and I will show you what a real man can do for you. Forget that punk over there. I can take you away from all this.
The boy rolls his eyes again as he drinks a beer and downs a shot. He looks over at the old man and just shakes his head and smiles devilishly.
The young lady squints her eyes upon the old man, placing her hands upon each hip as she walks over to him and stares up into his lustrious eyes.
Baby listen, you know I am what you want. I am what every women wants. I once took the wife of my old boss and left him with nothing. I took his bar, his money, his life, and his best friend.
With that the man turns and points at a black bat that is mounted above the mirror behind the bar. A big smile comes across his face as he reaches across the bar and touches the young girl's chin softly..
The girl swiftly reaches her hand out and grabs the man's hand in mid air. The grip of the girl's fist has the man's eyes widen. The boy in the corner booth looks behind the counter, his eyes now squint with anger, as he takes notice to a picture of his father, Steven "Hunter" Hurst hanging beside the mounted bat.
The man smiles down upon the young lady, as she turns her attention to the boy, who now gets up quickly from his seat and steps up almost between the two.
The young man gringes his eyes and lets out a disgusted "sigh" as the girl gest a cunning smile upon her face. The boy steps back shaking his head.
The girl swings her arm out, releasing the man's hand from her grip as she turns swiftly shoving the toe of her boot, into the center of the man's groin.
The man's eyes grew wide as he fell to the floor in agonizing pain. The young man walks up to the young lady, shaking his head.
The girl swiftly shifts her eyes to the young man as the angered face was now upon him. Just then a phone goes off in the pocket of the boy. He answers it and looks to the young lady who is shaking in anger as she makes her way behind the bar.
Hey Mom what is going on?
No everything is cool. Cassie and I have just met one of dad's old friends..
No I don't know his name, but I will say this. This bar is one of the most run down places I have ever seen.. Hold on I will get her .....
The young man lowers the phone from his ear looking over to the young lady.
The girl looks to the young man and reaches for the phone...
I DIDN'T do it!!
Well, he promised to take her away from everything, just like he did to Dad he said, so he just happened to catch the wrong end of her shoe is all. There is a long pause in between statements, as the young man drops his phone and shouts....
The scene fades to an upclose of the phone and a voice shouting in the background...
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