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It was a cold, frosty night in Edinburgh, and yet people still insisted on going to the pub for an evening drink. Two of these people were Mike and Danny Roxborough who were headed to their favourite pub, the Persevere. The lampposts brightly lit their path. The moon was ever-present tonight, as there was not a cloud in the sky, meaning that there would probably be a frost tomorrow. When they reached the pub and Mike turned in, closely followed by Danny, the first thing they did was scan the room for any familiar faces to talk to.
As he looked around Mike couldn’t see anyone he knew so he sent Danny to get them a couple of beers and headed off to their usual table – only to find someone else sitting there. He stood there, gazing at the pair, who looked as camp as camp can get. Both were men wearing bright purple and yellow suits, like something out of the 1950’s. As they were talking and Mike watched them, he noticed a growing similarity between their behaviour and the kind that gets people beaten up in the streets for being homosexual.
Just as he was about to go and explain his situation, being left without a seat in a busy pub with someone else in his seat, when Danny came up to him carrying their drinks. “Couldnae find us a seat then, eh? Ah well. Ah might no stay long anyway. By the way, did y-” he was cut off as Mike raised his hand to Danny’s face. “These people have nicked our seats! Aren’t you goin’ to dae sumthin’ about it?! ” “Yeh ken me Mike,” said Danny, cowering away and shooting nervous glances at the gentlemen occupying their table, “Ah dinnae like fightin’.
” “Yer an eejit Danny! ” said Mike as he approached the two camps. “S’cuse me fella’s, but I think yer in our seats. Would ye mind movin’ fir us? Cheers. ” They looked at each other for a second before the purple-suited one turned back. The tension in the air could be easily felt, and the surrounding tables were starting to turn around and watch. “Ooh I do believe that we had these seats first, my friend! I’m afraid that I didn’t see your name on them, therefore we have a right to sit here. ” “SHUT UP!
” shouted Mike so loud that the rest pf the pub turned around to watch and even made Danny, who was used to these outbursts, nearly jump out of his skin. “Outside, if you please,” and then he bowed pointing the way to the emergency exit. “I object to this treatment! I’m going to sort you out once and for all,” and the purple suited one led the way outside, followed by the yellow suit and then Mike and Danny. Outside was freezing cold by now and a bitter wind had picked up, blowing leaves around in circles on a stretch of concrete that was marked off as a loading bay/car park.
Danny and the yellow suit stood back to watch the sparks fly, frightened to get involved, whilst Mike and the purple suit stood, not moving a muscle, staring each other down. Then, suddenly, the purple suit caught Mike by surprise by rugby-tackling him to the concrete and kicking him on the ground. However, it would take a lot more than that to keep Mike Roxborough down. As he got back to his feet and lunged for purple suit, he staggered and fell onto a crate, smashing it. It looked like purple suit had actually taken him out of the running.
As Mike stood up once again, purple suit started running rings around him and laughing his head off hysterically. Mike started swinging hooks at him then but couldn’t hit him. His reactions were just too slow. After a lot of swinging and laughing, Mike seemed to be really annoyed and Danny could see that. Mike was tired of being humiliated like this and wanted it to stop. He then picked up a sharp piece of wood from the smashed crate when purple suit was chatting to yellow suit and they started to leave.
He ran straight for them and this time his aim was true. The sharp plank impaled the purple suit from behind and he screamed out before sinking to the ground with an expression of disbelief on his face. As all three remaining people stared in disbelief at the scene that was before them, Mike turned around and looked up at Danny with a guilty yet pleading look on his face. Danny knew he couldn’t do anything, and so stepped backwards into the shadows and headed home, leaving Mike on his own. He didn’t want anything to do with a murder.