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idiot's been giving me evils all night.'
Lasser ignored them and moved around the corner, Medea and Emma were standing in the narrow passageway, the third idiot was standing in front of them with his arms spread wide blocking their path.
'Come on just one drink where's the harm in that?'
'Look, just move out of the way,' Medea said, when she saw Lasser approaching her eyes sprang wide in alarm.
'Is everything alright, Med?'
The man turned and looked Lasser up and down. 'Come on, pal, I was just asking them if they wanted a drink, there's no need to play the caveman. '
'Do you want a drink from this man?' Lasser asked jabbing a finger forward.
Medea shook her head and squeezed past the drunk. He blinked in confusion and then spotted Emma making her move. 'Come on, sweetheart, he's just being greedy, he doesn't need two of you.'
'Get out of my way right now !' Emma snapped.
When he shot out a hand, she gasped, her eyes suddenly alive with fear. Lasser stepped forward and grabbed the collar of his jacket; the man shot backwards and then spun around and threw out a fist. Lasser slapped it down before slamming his knee between the attacker's legs, the force lifted the drunk from his feet, and then he collapsed onto the red chequered carpet his face ripped with agony. His left hand waved in the air as if he were hailing a passing cab, his right cupped the crown jewels.
Emma looked down at the man in astonishment, Medea grabbed Lasser's sleeve.
'Let's go,' she hissed in his ear.
'I haven't had my sweet yet, Med,'
'Your sweet!'
'Trust me doing a runner isn't a good idea.'
Emma stepped over the prostrate figure, her face flushed with colour.
'Can you believe he won't leave until he's had his pudding ?' Medea hissed.
Emma looked up at Lasser as if truly seeing him for the first time.
'Like I said, trust me over this,' taking Medea's arm, he led them back to the main room. As soon as they sat down, he turned and headed back to where the two men were sitting, watching him in confusion.
Lasser loomed over the table. 'Your friend’s had an accident; he's around the corner...'
'What the fuck do you mean an accident? '' Evil eye snarled.
'His bollocks accidently collided with my knee.'
When the man tried to rise, Lasser placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. 'Don't even think about making a scene, pal. Now, I suggest you go and help him while I finish my meal and don't get any ideas about hanging around outside waiting for me, because if you do I'll make sure you spend the night in a cell.'
' But ...'
Lasser flipped out his warrant card. 'I bet you weren't expecting that were you?'
The man glared, his friend nodded. 'We don't want any trouble, mister; I mean, we only came in for a quick drink.'
'So, drink up and bugger off,' he said before heading back to where Medea and Emma sat watching him wide eyed.
By the time he sat down the two men had vanished down the narrow passageway.
'I still think we should go,' Medea repeated anxiously.
'Listen, Med, if we'd made a run for it chances are they would have come storming out looking for trouble, as things stand it's sorted.'
' But ...'
'See,' Lasser nodded, and Medea turned to see the three men walking towards the door, the attacker was being held up by his two friends, his face pasty white, a length of drool dangled from his slack bottom lip. As they reached the door, the overweight one looked over and gave a sickly smile. Lasser grinned and waved a hand in return, a few seconds later they stumbled through the door and vanished.
Lasser turned and smiled across the table.
Medea was fiddling with the clasp of her purse. Emma was watching Lasser with keen intent.
Picking up the menu, he flipped it over. 'I think I'll have the spotted dick.'
'Unbelievable,' Medea said.
21
The pungent stink of draw hung heavy in the air, Donny watched as Sarah pulled hard on the joint, her skirt riding up as she slumped back into the grubby beanbag.
'Good stuff, eh, Sarah?'
She
Lasser ignored them and moved around the corner, Medea and Emma were standing in the narrow passageway, the third idiot was standing in front of them with his arms spread wide blocking their path.
'Come on just one drink where's the harm in that?'
'Look, just move out of the way,' Medea said, when she saw Lasser approaching her eyes sprang wide in alarm.
'Is everything alright, Med?'
The man turned and looked Lasser up and down. 'Come on, pal, I was just asking them if they wanted a drink, there's no need to play the caveman. '
'Do you want a drink from this man?' Lasser asked jabbing a finger forward.
Medea shook her head and squeezed past the drunk. He blinked in confusion and then spotted Emma making her move. 'Come on, sweetheart, he's just being greedy, he doesn't need two of you.'
'Get out of my way right now !' Emma snapped.
When he shot out a hand, she gasped, her eyes suddenly alive with fear. Lasser stepped forward and grabbed the collar of his jacket; the man shot backwards and then spun around and threw out a fist. Lasser slapped it down before slamming his knee between the attacker's legs, the force lifted the drunk from his feet, and then he collapsed onto the red chequered carpet his face ripped with agony. His left hand waved in the air as if he were hailing a passing cab, his right cupped the crown jewels.
Emma looked down at the man in astonishment, Medea grabbed Lasser's sleeve.
'Let's go,' she hissed in his ear.
'I haven't had my sweet yet, Med,'
'Your sweet!'
'Trust me doing a runner isn't a good idea.'
Emma stepped over the prostrate figure, her face flushed with colour.
'Can you believe he won't leave until he's had his pudding ?' Medea hissed.
Emma looked up at Lasser as if truly seeing him for the first time.
'Like I said, trust me over this,' taking Medea's arm, he led them back to the main room. As soon as they sat down, he turned and headed back to where the two men were sitting, watching him in confusion.
Lasser loomed over the table. 'Your friend’s had an accident; he's around the corner...'
'What the fuck do you mean an accident? '' Evil eye snarled.
'His bollocks accidently collided with my knee.'
When the man tried to rise, Lasser placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. 'Don't even think about making a scene, pal. Now, I suggest you go and help him while I finish my meal and don't get any ideas about hanging around outside waiting for me, because if you do I'll make sure you spend the night in a cell.'
' But ...'
Lasser flipped out his warrant card. 'I bet you weren't expecting that were you?'
The man glared, his friend nodded. 'We don't want any trouble, mister; I mean, we only came in for a quick drink.'
'So, drink up and bugger off,' he said before heading back to where Medea and Emma sat watching him wide eyed.
By the time he sat down the two men had vanished down the narrow passageway.
'I still think we should go,' Medea repeated anxiously.
'Listen, Med, if we'd made a run for it chances are they would have come storming out looking for trouble, as things stand it's sorted.'
' But ...'
'See,' Lasser nodded, and Medea turned to see the three men walking towards the door, the attacker was being held up by his two friends, his face pasty white, a length of drool dangled from his slack bottom lip. As they reached the door, the overweight one looked over and gave a sickly smile. Lasser grinned and waved a hand in return, a few seconds later they stumbled through the door and vanished.
Lasser turned and smiled across the table.
Medea was fiddling with the clasp of her purse. Emma was watching Lasser with keen intent.
Picking up the menu, he flipped it over. 'I think I'll have the spotted dick.'
'Unbelievable,' Medea said.
21
The pungent stink of draw hung heavy in the air, Donny watched as Sarah pulled hard on the joint, her skirt riding up as she slumped back into the grubby beanbag.
'Good stuff, eh, Sarah?'
She
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