She did not think to check on him or anything. "Could you step back please, I have to keep this door closed... The bouncer snapped. Good luck with everything, and don't worry about your girlfriend, you will find another one!" Junya figured the bouncer saw the incident that he was involved in, and the establishment in the club though he would start shit inside, or the other men that he fought earlier would finish the job. "What is your girls name anyway?"
The bouncer asked before closing the
door in Junya.s face.
"Khe...Khevasiah." Junya said slurring. The pain was getting too much
for him to bear, and it was getting to his face. The more he thought about the
damage to his arm and his ribs, it made a tear roll down his cheek.
"Courvoisier? The bouncer asked. Like the drink?"
"No, Ka-vah-see-yeae." Junya responded angrily.
"Oh, okay...I will let them know...yeah..." The bouncer replied. The
bouncer then signaled Junya to step away from the door. It was easier for him to
do so, since some patrons were leaving the establishment.
Junya sat outside the club in hopes of seeing his woman without the need
of the DJ. He heard a break in the bass of the club banger from the platinum
rapper; the joint that gained him the fame. The bouncer had kept his word to
Junya, but a half an hour later, Junya still stood outside the club without a sign of
Khevasiah anywhere.
Junya now turned his focus in the direction of the coffee shop down the
block. He fondled his pants pockets; to no avail in search of his girlfriends SUV
keys. He walked halfway down the block as the weather got colder than it had
been earlier.
The coffee shop was open, but it looked closed. One half of the buildings
lights were off, except for a table in the far back, and the dim lights behind the
bar area in front of the shop. On the right side, there was an old man wearing a
shark embroidered golfer.s cap with a brown overcoat, holding a cup of coffee
with both of his hands. The man looked run down and dirty. He was probably
homeless. There was another group of men sitting at the table close to the
ordering bar: two white men; one had on glasses, while the other one was
balding thinly and moved his hands a lot while they conversed.
Junya walked up to the ordering bar where an elderly man was drying
coffee mugs with a dingy brown terrycloth. Junya asked where the restroom
was, and the man turned in the direction towards where Junya remembered
seeing the light in the rear of the coffee shop.
"In the back through those doors, on your right..." The man said without
looking up.
As Junya turned towards the direction of the restroom, he observed the
man looking at him through his reflection in a napkin holder on the bar.s counter
top. Junya had a feeling he was looking really fucked up, and it must have
stopped people from looking him in his eyes; everyone except the officer.
Junya staggered over to the bathroom and passed a couple young boys
playing chess at one of the tables. They were far into their game, but they were
missing some of the pieces. They looked dirty, like they had not showered for a
few weeks: They smelled like it also.
Junya opened the door to get to the section of the coffee shop where the
bathroom was.