Forgotten

Clean Up

"How was being a Bouncer for another night like?" asked Ramirez.

"Good, considering that I got shots on the spot, and it was a good, rainy, night to dance on," Austin answered.

Carlos just arrived, and we were waiting on Juan, Terry, and another dude Ramirez has some connections with. Supposedly this guy actually had some inside guys in the government.

"Sorry boys, just had to hand out paychecks to the workers at my restaurant," Carlos apologized.

"No worries. Seems like Juan will be late as usual, and it seems Terry and this other guy will come fashionably late," I laughed as Carlos took my kitchen chair in the kitchen and turned it around to face us in the living room. As Carlos took a seat another, knock came at the door.

"Austin, could you get that for me?" I asked politely of Austin, as usual.

"Yeah I got it," Austin sighed as he quickly got off the couch and opened the door. It was Terry. As soon as I saw him I got off the couch too, and got up to give him a quick bro hug, and a pat on the back.

"Sup man!" I exclaim.

"It is what it is man, how about you?" Terry quickly asked.

"We got into some trouble, and we gotta assemble the Avengers! Nah I'm fucking around about the Avengers shit, but in all seriousness, we're gonna need to get together for this," I explained.

"Ah... this is about the prison break! You called me about it yesterday!" Terry exclaimed as he hung his dark jacket up on the hanger in the closet by my apartment door.

"Damn right. We're gonna have to clean up our mess," I chuckled.

"You guys all right? I remember that you guys are still wounded and shit," Austin asked with a concerned tone, sitting back down.

"Man, we've all been pretty good considering that we broke out of a prison and haven't been shot down completely yet," I stated.

"Well, if we count you and Terry. We are the breakers. Y'all are the breakees," Ramirez said as he looked at Carlos with a smirk.

"What we did could have gotten us killed, but hey, I'm still breathing. So are you guys," Carlos said.

"I wouldn't know what I'd do without your damn tacos! You'd best not die," Austin joked.

"Hey man, even in heaven or hell, delicious tacos are my strongsuit!" Carlos laughed.

"...and drugs used to be!!" Juan yelled as he just got to our door and listened in.

"Should I get it?" Austin asked.

"I got it this time," I said angrily.

I opened the door and looked right at Juan, with the othet guy coming close behind.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't knock your ass out right now fool!" I whispered.

"What did I do wrong?" asked Juan.

"Yelling 'drugs' in a fucking apartment complex!" I whispered louder.

"Shhh... chill out y'all. The fuck is Ramirez at?" the other guy said.

"I'm here Tyler!" Ramirez exclaimed.

I quickly let the two in and shut the door moderately quick, still wanting to lowkey kill Juan, but that's been a reoccurring theme since we were kids. Carlos looked down due to the drug comment Juan made like the inconsiderate dick he always is.

"What? You probably put cocaine the tacos anyway--" I cut Juan off.

"Fuck off with the drugs jokes. We came to the U.S to do the opposite, I don't think you can remember that, clearly you can't," I hissed.