Sanctuary in Death
It was a crisp fall night and the moon was full. Menelik and Abajian were up for some adventure. Sick of that black hole of a town they were born and bred in, they piled into the sleek maroon LeBaron and set their sights on Rochester for a rock and roll wild man weekend. Yigi San Carlito was back home from Uni and had invited them up. The car stunk of bong water and smoke. Jah Jah Like That by HR was blaring through the speakers as they headed out on the highway.
As they passed Batavia they were absorbed in debate on the future of Frankenstein Math Class and how they could establish themselves in NYC. Time just flew by and soon enough they were pulling up to Carlito’s driveway. Carlito bounded out of the house and jumped into the backseat. Carlito out of anyone was a man up for anything and so suggested that they should check out a new club in downtown Rochester on the rough side of town. The site of the three of them was something to behold. Each very unique in their style. Carlito was dressed to kill in a suit and tie with trench coat. Abajian was in full biker getup. Black leather jacket, black jeans, black boots and long shaggy black hair ready to kick some Hell’s Angels ass. Menelik dressed up as some sort of Buffalo East side gang member with his pillbox hat, black hoodie, Syracuse Starter jacket and shell toed Adidas.
It was just minutes from the house to the club and the three amigos rolled up on it as if they owned it. As soon as they walked in the air was tense. It was like a scene out of a modern day western. The place seemed to go quiet for a moment as everyone stopped to checkout the new kids in town. The DJ let the record spin and the 3 proceeded to the bar for a drink. Pump Up The Volume was playing in the background and the boys were feeling good. At this point they all split up to check out the club and girls. It was during this juncture that the story was about to get interesting. Carlito was dancing away like some 80′s mafioso when some drunk fool decided to grab Yigi San Carlito’s tie and put it in his mouth like a faggot. Menelik by chance had happened to walk in to that part of the club when this occurred and was not going to have his friend disrespected like that. Carlito though was laughing about it because he knew he could easily take this sucker out. Carlito was a black belt in Karate and could easily whoop anyone’s ass. Menelik walked up to Carlito and asked him what was up. Carlito explained the situation laughing but as soon as Menelik rolled up this drunk fool’s friend decided to get his other boys involved. Menelik was fuming now and grabbed Carlito to go find Abajian. Abajian as he likes to do was a bit voltar (drunk) and was sprawled across a couch with his legs kicked up kicking it to some hctib. He looked the spitting image of Slash from GnR fresh off the stage. The boys assembled and discussed options. They realised that a force was amassing against them and the only way out was probably via smashing through the window of the club. Menelik had a devious idea though and felt as the others did that they should stand their ground.
The 3 desperadoes headed towards the main dance floor which was elevated. They then faced the onlooking crowd and Menelik slowly slipped his hand inside his jacket as if he was holding a gun. The 3 stood there facing their enemies and were all ready to throw down. There was no turning back. If anyone called their bluff they were dead men. The crowd kept dancing but nervously looked around to see who would make the first move. It definitely wasn’t the enemies. They weren’t sure what to do and kept whispering to each other. Slowly but surely the enemies began to disperse. They weren’t willing to take that risk. What seemed like a lifetime for the gang of 3 was now coming to a close or was it? Yigi San Carlito motioned his comrades to take this a step further. Instead of deciding to leave well enough alone he asked Menelik and Abajian to follow him into another area of the club which had only 1 door to get in and out.
The Cult
The three walked in to the VIP area past the bouncer. The room was blasting She Sells Sanctuary by the Cult but there was no sanctuary now for our reckless fellows. The leader of the opposing force slowly approached carefully calculating how to proceed without setting it all off. He looked with trepidation as Menelik slipped his hand back in his pocket caressing his virtual gun. Menelik knew that even though he didn’t have a real gun that He was the Real Gun and He was ready to lay waste to all enemies in His path. The Arch Enemy approached and began to apologise for the actions of his friend blaming his drunken state. Menelik responded by saying he was glad that they didn’t want trouble and that it would have been unfortunate for everyone if the scene had taken a turn for the worse.
Cant we all get along? Menelik stretched forward his hand to accept the offer of a truce. The opposing gang proceeded to file past the 3 crowned kings and offer their apologies for the misunderstanding shaking hands as they passed. It was agreed a round of drinks was necessary to seal their new tribal affiliation. The drinks flowed and the best women were offered up as tribute. The rest of the night flew by and soon it was dawn and the three amigos headed home to sleep it all off to awake to a glorious new day.
Rochester Hotties
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