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(Da-da-da-da-Dun-da) the spell you’re under (Dadu-Da) . Breaker
pumps his fist over his head in appreciation. He makes a bee line toward the
bar and grabs the bottle of San Miguel waiting for him. He downs the whole
bottle in a single gulp; but he can still feel that damn fly, or moth or
whatever the hell had flown into his mouth. He pounds the empty bottle on the
bar, and is downing a second bottle now. He lets out a loud belch, then a deep
exhale.
    “Get any on you?”
    “Screw you Butchy! Give me another.” Breaker turns
around and surveys his domain. “Hey Butch, you got the heat turned on or something?
I am sweating my ass off.”
    “Got the air set on 70, you sick or something
Breaker?”
    “It feels like it is a hundred degrees in here.”
    “That’s because you have too many clothes on”, says
Mia Rae the cute little brunette that has joined the conversation. “Come on
with me and I’ll cool you down.”
    Breaker glances in her direction. “Hey Mia, you are
looking good girl.”
    Mia tosses her head to the side, sending her hair
flowing in a rippled wave. Her hand makes a slow climb up Breaker’s muscled
thigh, stopping just as her fingertips reach his crotch. She makes eye contact
with the blonde behind the bar with Butch.
    The blonde shakes her head and lets out a sigh. “I
am going out back to have a smoke Butch; I will be back in twenty.”
    “OK Amy, burn one for me too.”
    Amy rolls her eyes at Breaker, and storms away from
the bar. Mia is now straddling Breaker, grinding her hips to the beat of the
music.
    “Hey man, what is the deal with you and Amy?”
    “No deal Butch, I just don’t like being anchored in
port, know what I mean?”
    “Does Amy know that?”
    “Butch, how about we don’t do this? No disrespect
man, but your sister is a big girl, and you and I have been friends too long.
Do us both a favor, and mind your own damn business.”
    Butch throws his hands up, indicating his surrender.
“You are right; I will stay out of it.”
    “Thanks Butch.” Breaker turns his attention back to
Mia. “Now, what exactly did you have in mind young lady?”
    Mia whispers something in Breakers ear, he smiles, and
then Mia smiles as she takes his hand and leads him to the back room. After
fifteen minutes in the back room whatever has infected Breaker’s body, is now
swimming around inside of Mia’s. Ten minutes later, she is the first to leave
the back room, reapplying her lipstick and adjusting her top. She continues on
her flirtatious rounds, kissing hello and stealing sips of beer from everyone
she meets. Breaker is barely able to button his pants up and stagger back to
the bar.
    “You want another Breaker? Hey, Breaker, you alright
man?”
    Before Butch can reach out and grab him, Breaker
falls forward, smacks his head off the bar, and thumps to the floor. Blood is
flowing from a gash in his forehead, as a crowd quickly gathers; Butch feels
for a pulse and looks around at the group; he shakes his head ‘no’. As he is
getting back to his feet, trying to avoid the spreading puddle of blood, he
hears a scream from across the room. The crowd’s attention shifts toward the
scream.
    “Something is wrong with Mia, she just passed out, and
I don’t think she is breathing. As Butch is approaching Mia, a man, Erik
Zesttrim, has already started CPR. He is trying to force air into her lungs.
Butch kneels down and puts his forefinger against her neck. “Erik, she is gone
you are just wasting your time.”
    Erik stops and looks at Butch, “I gotta try man, go
call an ambulance.”
    Butch shakes his head disapprovingly, “Closest
hospital is 150 miles and they sure aren’t sending a life flight copter for
that skank. You go ahead and knock yourself out; I’m going to wash this blood
of my hands. Butch turns to head back to Breaker’s body and then stops in his
tracks. “Alright, who moved him? Cut off that music, now! Who the hell moved
his damn body?”
    The music stops and the bar is