(Previously: BOYS’ NIGHT OUT)
Jack Rory was flustered after his meeting with Yoda. His friend’s refusal to accept his relationship with Destiny was both perplexing and deeply upsetting to him. And what was with the overly dramatic spiel about “devastation and destruction?”
Whatever, he thought to himself. It’s not like I need that little Jedi Master’s blessing to live my life the way I want.
He had an hour before he was due to pick Destiny up at work, so he stopped into a cafe for a cup of coffee and a bite to eat. He picked up a newspaper, but it was hard to pay attention to what he was reading, as he kept feeling the strange sensation he was being watched.
He looked up from his paper several times to see if he could catch someone staring at him, but to no avail.
Suddenly, a grating voice spoke seemingly out of thin air. “Are you Jack Rory?”
Startled, Jack Rory fell backward out of his chair.
His cheeks red, he picked himself back up and turned to face his interrogator.
“Yes, yes, I am. Who are you?”
“I have a message for you. From Karen. She says ‘Meet her at 8pm tonight at the Red Oak Tree, or else. This is your final warning.'”
“Or else what?” Jack Rory asked.
“That’s all. Goodbye,” the messenger said, turning to leave.
“But…wait,” Jack Rory said. “What’s the Red Oak Tree? What if I can’t make it?”
The messenger shrugged as he walked out the door. “It’s your life, buddy. Not mine.”
By the time he headed over to pick over Destiny, Jack Rory had a raging headache. Why does everything have to be so complicated, he wondered. But as he walked through the door of Destiny’s place of employment, his mood instantly brightened.
It was at this very club where he had first caught sight of Destiny, ironically whilst on a date with Karen. Back in those halcyon days of yore, the three of them had hit it off almost immediately.
Jack Rory gazed into space, lost in a nostalgic daydream. He didn’t even notice the bouncer approaching until a fist thumped him in the chest, shattering his revelry.
“There’s a $50 cover here, pal. Nobody looks for free.”
“I’m just here to pick up Destiny,” Jack Rory told the bouncer. “Cut me some slack.”
The bouncer looked up on stage and made eye contact with Destiny, who nodded vigorously.
“Awright, pal,” he said. “On the house this time.”
After Destiny finished her shift, she rushed over to Jack Rory and threw her arms around him.
“Let’s go home,” she murmured.
“Absolutely!” Jack Rory said.
In his excitement, he had completely forgotten about the ominous message from Karen. But Karen hadn’t forgotten about him.
TO BE CONTINUED…