Things and Stuff
Sinead & Emery Callahan
~ Scott Masters ~
~ Scott Masters ~
When the office door was pushed open, Sinead looked up see Emery enter the room. To Sinead, her youngest daughter looked so grown up in her blue top and tailored black trousers. She was proud the teenager had made the effort for her first day and she knew the girl wouldn't expect special treatment on the job. Before she could speak, the woman's eyes were then drawn to Peter who also stepped into the room. She returned her husband's smile as she got up and walked around her desk to catch up with her two family members. "Oh, and here I was thinking you came for a job too," she said, with a playful pout. Her eyes lingered on her husband's face for a moment, hoping his presence in the place was a positive sign and wouldn't be a one-off. When he mentioned she looked busy, she shook her head. "It's nothing I can't go back to later. Though I did just get another band booked in for November," she said, excitedly smiling.
Sinead wasn't ready for Peter to leave the club, not when he rarely stepped foot in the place as it was. "I'm going to give Emmy the tour of the club. You can join us, Petey. You haven't seen much of the place since the redecoration," she offered him.
The woman led the two out into the public area of the club. She briefly stopped by the bar and smiled to the bartender who was cleaning the glasses. "This is the main bar, but we'll come to that later. The first point I need to make here, Emmy, is that you don't enter that area. You're too young to drink alcohol and too young to sell it, so you don't go there while this place is open." Her daughter was only going to be working during the afternoons whilst meals were being served. She would have to wait until she was older to work in the peak hours.
"Roger that, Captain!" Emery said, with a mock salute. She quickly straightened up when her mother silently stared her down. "I know, I know. Be professional..."
Sinead couldn't help but smile at her daughter. She knew the excitement would pass and the girl would soon be too busy to mess around. "I'm going to start the tour from the main entrance, especially as I want you to shadow the hosts for a while. I just know you'll be a natural with the customers and showing them to their tables..." As they walked towards the main entrance, Sinead sent Peter a warm smile. They hadn't yet had a conversation that day, but he seemed to be in a better mood than he had been the day before.
Having not taken a break earlier in his shift, Scott had decided to light up a second cigarette. Following the exchange he'd just had with Sinead, he hoped the presence of her husband and daughter would cheer the woman up. He was aware Emery was starting her first shift that day and he was quite looking forward to the new addition to the team. He was concerned about her age and would make sure to supervise her as arranged. However, the girl had visited the club a couple of times in the past and she seemed like she could hold her own. He just needed to make sure she didn't show too much attitude to the customers - even the few troublemakers they had the displeasure of dealing with from time to time.
He watched the black 1969 Ford Mustang that had slowed down on the street across from the club and he was expecting those inside the vehicle were about to pull into a parking spot or ask for directions. He was distracted from his curious observations as he heard someone call his name. Her turned to the two security guards working by the jazz club entrance. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and rushed over to the two Porter-employed men, expecting the matter was important. "Scott, come settle an argument. Brigitte Bardot or Raquel Welch? Who would you rather--" the security guard was cut short.
The loud sounds of two gunshots halted any conversation, instead shocking the men into silence. That silence was filled with the sound of the screeching and rumbling sounds as the driver of the Mustang put their foot down on the accelerator so they could speed off down the street. Whilst the first bullet had missed any target, the second one had lodged itself in the back of Scott's left shoulder, the bar manager apparently having unwittingly shielded the security guards from being on the receiving end of the gunshots. It took a moment for the pain to set in, but soon enough, Scott let out a long, deep groan as the pain radiated around his shoulder and back. One of the security guards rush to his side with the intention of leading him into the jazz club in hopes someone there could deal with the wound that was now causing a bloody mess down the back of Scott's shirt.
"It was the pricks in the Mustang!" the other guard shouted out to two nearby Porter gang members who then proceeded to climb into their own car and speed off in search of the shooters.
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