Part of a short story. Its called: WORKING TITLE

Rick woke up in the hotel room. He looked around. It seemed like a stampede of raging bulls had ravaged the living room, stopping to drink whiskey and leave bongs along their wake. The number of naked women lying around with the rest of the junk was what surprised him the most. How was this possible?It was as if he had awoken in one of Charlie Sheens orgies, or accidently wound up in a dirty teen comedy. The black leather couches were clad in vomit stains and cigarette burns. The transparent silk drapes were torn to the ground revealing a painful wake up call. Ricks hang over was like any he ever faced before. He looked at himself. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but his lucky boxers and used cigarettes.

On the couch opposite himself, was a man, a man he recognized as his firend and companion, Jim. Jim was also in boxers, wearing a dark pair of socks, and on top of him, lying in an obviously alcohol induced blackout, was a big breasted dark skinned black woman, almost nude, save for her puny G- string. The only thing In Ricks mind was, what the hell happened? This shit is out of control. He stood up, spotted his pants in the bathroom, next to a passed out naked woman and put them on. He took a step out of the bathroom and back into the living room, when he was surprised by two men in dark suits.

Their greasy hair and noses made him immediately suppose that they were wiseguys. ´Wheres Frankie?we told you kid, you could do what you want as long as Frankie was safe for work in the morning. So don’t go bustin my buolls and tell me where he is´. Rick had a bad feeling about this new situation. He was already in a huge load of trouble as it was, but now a couple of armed wiseguys asking about a man he never met was at the top of his list. ´Frankie is, um, well Frankie…he uh…Hes gone out to a…get some more beer´. Rick realized the stupidness of his obvious lie. The wiseguys expression didn’t change. ´Alright kid, quit foolin around. No one jerks me off ya understand?now just tell me where franky is an none of youse will get hurt´. Crap. For Rick Thompson, this sure as shit seemed like the end.