Bugsy laid on the bed and watch a television cartoon of a rabbit running around the screen from a fat hunter holding a blunderbuss. He laughed with a cackle and waved his feet around like a child would.
"Get that rabbit, you fat bastard!" He yelled at the cartoon characters. The skinny bird face like man sighed and rubbed a finger over his upper crooked teeth. "Well," he mumbled, "three hours is way too long to wait." He grabbed the remote with his bony like fingers and changed the channel to a music video, which was made back in the seventies and had grown men with women makeup, dressed in tight leather suits. The music was old age rock and Bugsy cracked a smile. "Now there is some groovy music to dance to." He turned the volume all the way up as the television would allow. Bugsy tossed the remote to the side and rolled off the bed onto his feet. He stood up straight and bowed to an invisible person in front of him. "May I have this dance?" He joked. Without anyone in his arms, Bugsy pretended that he was dancing with someone. His smile was wide with wicked intent. Bugsy danced around the bed, the couch and through the room until he reached the one of the windows.
With a hum, Bugsy threw open the curtains in a dramatic move and leaned his head back. "My, what a wonderful night!" He pulled his head back and studied the window that held his reflection. "Hello beautiful." The black eyes shined as he looked through the reflection and studied the window and the bars behind it. He tapped his bony finger on the glass and frowned. "Afraid someone is going to shoot you?" His face cracked an evil smile. "Oh, I think I know how to beat you." He straightened his back and walked into the bathroom next to him.
Once inside the bathroom, Bugsy examined the contents in the bathroom sink cabinet. There he found five bottles of cleaning chemicals. He smiled. "Hello there." He whispered with a cartoon like voice as he selected three of the five bottles. Carrying the bottles, Bugsy hummed like a child as he entered the room and placed the bottles on the makeup counter. He mixed the chemicals together into one bottle and carried the bottle over to the bare window. With a smile, Bugsy splashed half the bottle on the window.
Slowly, the liquid burned through the paint on the window seal and started wither the wood into dust. The window itself began to sizzle and bubble as it began to melt away like plastic in a fire. Once half the window was melted away, Bugsy took the rest of the liquid and poured it onto the bars. With a frown and a nod, Bugsy sat the bottle down on the floor and watched the bars began to sizzle and bubble. However, the solution was not strong enough to burn through the entire set of bars. Bugsy grabbed two bars in the areas that were not covered with liquid and pulled them a part. He grunted as he strained to pull the bars with all his strength. Suddenly, the bars fell off the house.
Bugsy laughed. "Oh dear ... I think ... Ha ha! I think I broke it!" He poked his head out of the window and sniffed the air as he closed his eyes. "Mmm, that smell is so wonderful." He opened his eyes and glared into the dark night with his black eyes. With a smile, Bugsy jumped out of the window!
As Bugsy fell down the side of the house, he reached out and grabbed a small edge of one of the bricks that covered the house. He glanced down to the ground as he held onto the ledge of the brick with two fingers. "Going down!" He released his grip and fell down further. He positioned himself to land on his shoulder and relaxed his body. With a harsh thud, Bugsy's body landed on the ground. He moaned and rolled onto his back. "Ouch!" He waved his arms and legs on the ground as though he were making snow angels on the cold ground. "Nothin broken." His black eyes stared at the full moon hanging over the manor and howled like a dog.
He pushed himself off the ground and stretched. "Nothin like a good fall to wake up for the entire night." He dusted himself off and started around the corner of the manor. He stopped for only a moment to peer around the corner.
There, he saw the front doors to the manor open and a skinny man, no older than fifty, walk out. He was dressed in a stylish black suit with a red silk tie. He was stumbling down the stairs and laughing.
Bugsy smiled and walked around the corner with a loose stagger. Once he reached the drunk man, the man had almost fallen onto the ground. Bugsy quickly grabbed him before he fallen and patted his back with a wicked grin. "My good man, are you alright?" He said in a forced deep voice.
The drunk man laughed as he stood up straight. "I ... I am ... I am okay." His head swayed and his eyes rolled. "Ha Ha, who are you?"
Bugsy smiled and chuckled. "The man who is going to snap your neck like a twig and take your clothes."
The man laughed and slapped Bugsy on the right shoulder. "Well, you better do it before I wake up in the morning."
Bugsy gave a fake laugh and quickly punched the man in the throat. The drunk man held his throat as he gasped for air. He stumbled backwards and fell onto his back. Bugsy knelt down and rolled the man over onto his stomach. Then, after he stood up, Bugsy aimed his foot down on the back of the man's neck and slammed it down. A loud snap was heard and the man's gasping stopped. Bugsy looked up to the sky and let out a deep breath, steam rolled out as he did.
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Bugsy walked through the double doors of Taylor Manor, adjusting his new black suit jacket. The stolen suit fitted him comfortably; he wore the black silk shirt buttoned up only to his chest and left the tie behind on the dead man's body. He walked into the hallway in front of the doors and stopped to look at the coffin filled with red glow sticks. He cocked his head to one side as the unblinking black eyes studied the sticks. "Hmm, strange." He lifted his head and looked at the red painted doors that held back muffled sounds of loud club music. A wicked smile grew on his face as he slowly walked through the hallway. The candles flickered as he did. Slowly, Bugsy grabbed the right side of the smiley fanged face door handles and pulled the door open. A beam of red light buzzed passed him through the opening of the door and flickered as he stepped through.
The room that Bugsy entered was at least the size of a two basketball courts, but half the height. The walls were painted a dark red and mixed with a strange type of glitter which sparkled when the red overhead stage lights beamed on the walls. Lining the walls were rows of large black speakers which blared loud music. The entire floor was a fuzzy glass tile that glowed red and blinked to every beat of loud club music playing within the room. One side of the room had a black painted sound stage that stood five feet off the ground. To each side of the stage were two stands that ran from the glass tile to the ceiling. Hanging from each pole was a swiveling light that beamed different colors. On the back wall of the stage was a thick black curtain that was pulled back to each side of the stage, revealing an entire wall made of LED lights. The wall of lights would flicker and change shape, but each animation coming from the LED lights would always form into the large smiling red fanged face. From the ceiling, the same types of swiveling lamp beamed down red lights and hung in between strange dome lamps that gave off a dimmed white light. In the center of the stage stood a large table covered with a red cloth and held mixing tables, turn tables and all sorts of computer equipment. Playing the equipment was a ten year old boy, wearing a red colored camouflage army coat with a skinny black t-shirt that had red stripes running across it. He danced wildly and banged his head, his long blond hair swayed. The LED lights behind him animated the face into a mini explosion and from the explosion the red letters formed a name: Eddie. In front of the stage, herds of people danced wildly next to each other.
On the other side of the room was a lounge area with red leather couches, tables painted black with matching stools and red colored small lamps sitting on each table. Behind the lounge area was a long bar top that formed into an 'L' shape and ran along the lounge area and curved to run by itself along the rest of the room until it hit the back wall. Stools with red tops sat on this side of the bar. The bar itself was made of glass and strings of red lights lit the entire bar up like it was a shining red ruby. The entire back of the bar was shelf upon shelf, each holding strange looking bottles and glasses of all sorts. The bar buzzed with action from customers and three bartenders, two females and one male.
In between, on the back wall, the bar and the stage were two doors that held one sign on each door; the sign on the right side door said "Women’s" and the door to the left said "Men’s". Above the two doors was a long sign that read: Restrooms.
The electronic dubstep swirled around Bugsy as his black eyes reflected the red lights that beamed down over his new suit. He gave a wicked grin as he lifted his hands to head level and started to thrust his pelvis slowly. He nodded his head and shifted his feet into the herd of dancers.
Once Bugsy stepped into the crowd and started to dance, he looked down and saw the dance floor. The floor was made of clear glass tile, unlike the fuzzy type on the other side. The glass was cut and shaped into a human looking heart, painted red and under the glass was water that pumped along with the beat of the music; red lights beamed through the water as it pumped in the heart.
A young Spanish woman dressed in a slimming red dress walked to Bugsy and wrapped her arms around his neck. She waved her long black hair over to one side and smiled at him. Bugsy in turn smiled back with a wicked grin. The two danced together, pressing their bodies closer to one another.
The music lowered and the boy leaned into a microphone that extended from one of the mixing tables. "Hello boys and girls." He said in a weak Irish accent. "Welcome to Club Red, where all wishes come true and you can escape from your daily gloom. I am Eddie, your host for the evening and we are going to have some real good fun. Get closer on that dance floor for a very sensual song from yours truly."
The song slowly faded into a set of violins and grew louder. As the violins stopped, the lights dimmed for only a moment, then suddenly a loud dubstep beat was sounded followed by the fast flashing of red lights overhead and the heart like dance floor lit up brightly.
Bugsy smiled to the woman dancing with him and felt a pair of hands run around his waist. He glanced over his shoulder with wild eyes to see a young African woman with tall curly hair smile at him as she pulled him closer to her and swayed her hips. There, in between the two women, Bugsy leaned his head back and cackled. "I love this place!"
"Get that rabbit, you fat bastard!" He yelled at the cartoon characters. The skinny bird face like man sighed and rubbed a finger over his upper crooked teeth. "Well," he mumbled, "three hours is way too long to wait." He grabbed the remote with his bony like fingers and changed the channel to a music video, which was made back in the seventies and had grown men with women makeup, dressed in tight leather suits. The music was old age rock and Bugsy cracked a smile. "Now there is some groovy music to dance to." He turned the volume all the way up as the television would allow. Bugsy tossed the remote to the side and rolled off the bed onto his feet. He stood up straight and bowed to an invisible person in front of him. "May I have this dance?" He joked. Without anyone in his arms, Bugsy pretended that he was dancing with someone. His smile was wide with wicked intent. Bugsy danced around the bed, the couch and through the room until he reached the one of the windows.
With a hum, Bugsy threw open the curtains in a dramatic move and leaned his head back. "My, what a wonderful night!" He pulled his head back and studied the window that held his reflection. "Hello beautiful." The black eyes shined as he looked through the reflection and studied the window and the bars behind it. He tapped his bony finger on the glass and frowned. "Afraid someone is going to shoot you?" His face cracked an evil smile. "Oh, I think I know how to beat you." He straightened his back and walked into the bathroom next to him.
Once inside the bathroom, Bugsy examined the contents in the bathroom sink cabinet. There he found five bottles of cleaning chemicals. He smiled. "Hello there." He whispered with a cartoon like voice as he selected three of the five bottles. Carrying the bottles, Bugsy hummed like a child as he entered the room and placed the bottles on the makeup counter. He mixed the chemicals together into one bottle and carried the bottle over to the bare window. With a smile, Bugsy splashed half the bottle on the window.
Slowly, the liquid burned through the paint on the window seal and started wither the wood into dust. The window itself began to sizzle and bubble as it began to melt away like plastic in a fire. Once half the window was melted away, Bugsy took the rest of the liquid and poured it onto the bars. With a frown and a nod, Bugsy sat the bottle down on the floor and watched the bars began to sizzle and bubble. However, the solution was not strong enough to burn through the entire set of bars. Bugsy grabbed two bars in the areas that were not covered with liquid and pulled them a part. He grunted as he strained to pull the bars with all his strength. Suddenly, the bars fell off the house.
Bugsy laughed. "Oh dear ... I think ... Ha ha! I think I broke it!" He poked his head out of the window and sniffed the air as he closed his eyes. "Mmm, that smell is so wonderful." He opened his eyes and glared into the dark night with his black eyes. With a smile, Bugsy jumped out of the window!
As Bugsy fell down the side of the house, he reached out and grabbed a small edge of one of the bricks that covered the house. He glanced down to the ground as he held onto the ledge of the brick with two fingers. "Going down!" He released his grip and fell down further. He positioned himself to land on his shoulder and relaxed his body. With a harsh thud, Bugsy's body landed on the ground. He moaned and rolled onto his back. "Ouch!" He waved his arms and legs on the ground as though he were making snow angels on the cold ground. "Nothin broken." His black eyes stared at the full moon hanging over the manor and howled like a dog.
He pushed himself off the ground and stretched. "Nothin like a good fall to wake up for the entire night." He dusted himself off and started around the corner of the manor. He stopped for only a moment to peer around the corner.
There, he saw the front doors to the manor open and a skinny man, no older than fifty, walk out. He was dressed in a stylish black suit with a red silk tie. He was stumbling down the stairs and laughing.
Bugsy smiled and walked around the corner with a loose stagger. Once he reached the drunk man, the man had almost fallen onto the ground. Bugsy quickly grabbed him before he fallen and patted his back with a wicked grin. "My good man, are you alright?" He said in a forced deep voice.
The drunk man laughed as he stood up straight. "I ... I am ... I am okay." His head swayed and his eyes rolled. "Ha Ha, who are you?"
Bugsy smiled and chuckled. "The man who is going to snap your neck like a twig and take your clothes."
The man laughed and slapped Bugsy on the right shoulder. "Well, you better do it before I wake up in the morning."
Bugsy gave a fake laugh and quickly punched the man in the throat. The drunk man held his throat as he gasped for air. He stumbled backwards and fell onto his back. Bugsy knelt down and rolled the man over onto his stomach. Then, after he stood up, Bugsy aimed his foot down on the back of the man's neck and slammed it down. A loud snap was heard and the man's gasping stopped. Bugsy looked up to the sky and let out a deep breath, steam rolled out as he did.
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Bugsy walked through the double doors of Taylor Manor, adjusting his new black suit jacket. The stolen suit fitted him comfortably; he wore the black silk shirt buttoned up only to his chest and left the tie behind on the dead man's body. He walked into the hallway in front of the doors and stopped to look at the coffin filled with red glow sticks. He cocked his head to one side as the unblinking black eyes studied the sticks. "Hmm, strange." He lifted his head and looked at the red painted doors that held back muffled sounds of loud club music. A wicked smile grew on his face as he slowly walked through the hallway. The candles flickered as he did. Slowly, Bugsy grabbed the right side of the smiley fanged face door handles and pulled the door open. A beam of red light buzzed passed him through the opening of the door and flickered as he stepped through.
The room that Bugsy entered was at least the size of a two basketball courts, but half the height. The walls were painted a dark red and mixed with a strange type of glitter which sparkled when the red overhead stage lights beamed on the walls. Lining the walls were rows of large black speakers which blared loud music. The entire floor was a fuzzy glass tile that glowed red and blinked to every beat of loud club music playing within the room. One side of the room had a black painted sound stage that stood five feet off the ground. To each side of the stage were two stands that ran from the glass tile to the ceiling. Hanging from each pole was a swiveling light that beamed different colors. On the back wall of the stage was a thick black curtain that was pulled back to each side of the stage, revealing an entire wall made of LED lights. The wall of lights would flicker and change shape, but each animation coming from the LED lights would always form into the large smiling red fanged face. From the ceiling, the same types of swiveling lamp beamed down red lights and hung in between strange dome lamps that gave off a dimmed white light. In the center of the stage stood a large table covered with a red cloth and held mixing tables, turn tables and all sorts of computer equipment. Playing the equipment was a ten year old boy, wearing a red colored camouflage army coat with a skinny black t-shirt that had red stripes running across it. He danced wildly and banged his head, his long blond hair swayed. The LED lights behind him animated the face into a mini explosion and from the explosion the red letters formed a name: Eddie. In front of the stage, herds of people danced wildly next to each other.
On the other side of the room was a lounge area with red leather couches, tables painted black with matching stools and red colored small lamps sitting on each table. Behind the lounge area was a long bar top that formed into an 'L' shape and ran along the lounge area and curved to run by itself along the rest of the room until it hit the back wall. Stools with red tops sat on this side of the bar. The bar itself was made of glass and strings of red lights lit the entire bar up like it was a shining red ruby. The entire back of the bar was shelf upon shelf, each holding strange looking bottles and glasses of all sorts. The bar buzzed with action from customers and three bartenders, two females and one male.
In between, on the back wall, the bar and the stage were two doors that held one sign on each door; the sign on the right side door said "Women’s" and the door to the left said "Men’s". Above the two doors was a long sign that read: Restrooms.
The electronic dubstep swirled around Bugsy as his black eyes reflected the red lights that beamed down over his new suit. He gave a wicked grin as he lifted his hands to head level and started to thrust his pelvis slowly. He nodded his head and shifted his feet into the herd of dancers.
Once Bugsy stepped into the crowd and started to dance, he looked down and saw the dance floor. The floor was made of clear glass tile, unlike the fuzzy type on the other side. The glass was cut and shaped into a human looking heart, painted red and under the glass was water that pumped along with the beat of the music; red lights beamed through the water as it pumped in the heart.
A young Spanish woman dressed in a slimming red dress walked to Bugsy and wrapped her arms around his neck. She waved her long black hair over to one side and smiled at him. Bugsy in turn smiled back with a wicked grin. The two danced together, pressing their bodies closer to one another.
The music lowered and the boy leaned into a microphone that extended from one of the mixing tables. "Hello boys and girls." He said in a weak Irish accent. "Welcome to Club Red, where all wishes come true and you can escape from your daily gloom. I am Eddie, your host for the evening and we are going to have some real good fun. Get closer on that dance floor for a very sensual song from yours truly."
The song slowly faded into a set of violins and grew louder. As the violins stopped, the lights dimmed for only a moment, then suddenly a loud dubstep beat was sounded followed by the fast flashing of red lights overhead and the heart like dance floor lit up brightly.
Bugsy smiled to the woman dancing with him and felt a pair of hands run around his waist. He glanced over his shoulder with wild eyes to see a young African woman with tall curly hair smile at him as she pulled him closer to her and swayed her hips. There, in between the two women, Bugsy leaned his head back and cackled. "I love this place!"
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