Westsidex- The Bookies Tale

[Noah]

saucer of milk

[Mousey]

CHAPTER 2 - IT BEGINS

The bell tinkled as the front door opened and a foreign man walked in. Westie's hackles raised. It was bad enough that these people were subjecting the proud Irish nation to economic invasion, but now they had money to throw away at a bookie's. He lit a fag, the underlight from his silver Zippo making his face look foul.

The customer was dark-skinned, not quite ebony, but enough for Westie to know that there was something not quite white about him. He was dressed in jeans, runners, and a flashy dark blue t-shirt that yelled "I Ain't Dead Yet, Motherfucker!" in sparkly white writing. His hair was gelled - he didn't look that old. Exactly the type of bastard that Westie hated. He might even have been gay.

The man went to the boards and started examining the prices, raising an eyebrow here and there, looking away as he made some mental calculations. He took a loose betting slip from a nearby shelf and scribbled something on it.

Westie exhaled a thick plume of smoke, flicked the ash onto the concrete floor - he was fucked if he was paying for carpet - and ground it into powder with his heel.

The man approached the counter.

[Epsilon]

Chapter 3; Contact.

As Westie studied the dark strangers features, there was something eerily familiar about him, but Westie couldn't quite put his finger on it..... but he knew he was going to rip him off, just like all the rest.
The dark stranger stood facing Westie across the counter and Westie felt uneasy, he could not explain this feeling, as he had not had feelings in so long, not since "the egg"....
The dark stranger stood towering over Westie as he put his betting slip on the counter, Westie looked up at the man who at 6 foot 2 was a full foot taller.... just as he started to read the slip, an old flame popped into his head,an escort he used to frequent, a stunningly beautiful, mocha skinned goddess, who stood a full 10inches over Westie, a lady he hadn't thought of in almost 20 years, could it be.... Just then the tall dark stranger spoke.... Are you "Westie"? He asked.. Westies chest tightened as he a struggled for words, "yes" he croaked, fearing the worst...." Yes i am, who the fuck are you boi" he blurted out.. The man reached in side his jacket and pulled out a large............

[Alec Horan]

Chapter 3; Contact.

As Westie studied the dark strangers features, there was something eerily familiar about him, but Westie couldn't quite put his finger on it..... but he knew he was going to rip him off, just like all the rest.
The dark stranger stood facing Westie across the counter and Westie felt uneasy, he could not explain this feeling, as he had not had feelings in so long, not since "the egg"....
The dark stranger stood towering over Westie as he put his betting slip on the counter, Westie looked up at the man who at 6 foot 2 was a full foot taller.... just as he started to read the slip, an old flame popped into his head,an escort he used to frequent, a stunningly beautiful, mocha skinned goddess, who stood a full 10inches over Westie, a lady he hadn't thought of in almost 20 years, could it be.... Just then the tall dark stranger spoke.... Are you "Westie"? He asked.. Westies chest tightened as he a struggled for words, "yes" he croaked, fearing the worst...." Yes i am, who the fuck are you boi" he blurted out.. The man reached in side his jacket and pulled out a large............

......pine cone.

To the casual observer this may have seemed odd, but not to West.

He immediately reached for the inside pocket of his raggedy tweed jacket and also pulled out a pine cone. The hubbub around him seemed to disappear. He could now only hear the beating of his own heart and felt a bead of sweat fall from his brow.

Whats you name -gulped West.

Walter Junior - the young man replied.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..........

[Epsilon]

Matching pine cones.... how could this happen.. why here? why now?
Westie could feel his whole world close in on him... why did this dark skinned stranger have to walk into his shop, why not Paddy Powers or Ladbrooks.... Why doesn't he have an online account?
How could Westie rip off this guy? how could Westie face himself in the mirror every morning in the knowledge that he had a chance to make amends for all those years of being a lying, cheating, thieving leech and a blister on the ass hole of humanity, Why???
Westie looked deep in the strangers eves knowing the he was his...................

[Mousey]

... soulmate. Years of living in sexual denial evaporated like steam from a geyser. He wanted this foreign man, wanted him to insert his pine fresh butt plug so far up his bum that Westie practically shuddered to climax there and then.

There no were no words, only the soft creaking of the door as Walter Junior entered Westie's...

[Epsilon]

Most private place.... His office, this sacred room was where Westie counted his ill gotten gains and drooled over his new Westlife calendar, wishing the days/weeks away, waiting for the first of every month so he could change the page and feast his eyes on the delights before him,
Westie felt an urge deep inside him and asked his new friend.... would he do him a huge favor and ......