Jasmine: The 4 H Club

An average looking man wearing a plain black t-shirt over blue jeans walks into a club somewhere. He sits down at the bar and orders a drink. On the dance floor a fight breaks out between two men. The fight is over a young woman they were both dancing with. The bouncers join the fight and take it outside.

A pair of thin, tall, light haired men enter the club. They are no more remarkable than the first except for that they are identical. They join the first man at the bar. A man and woman sharing a bowl of calamari rush to the bathroom. A few minutes later a thin girl collapses in the corner. Her friends carry her out of the club and wait for an ambulance. One of the two follows their departure with his eyes.

These three, completely normal looking men, seem to be enjoying themselves. They glance around the club’s thinning crowd and smile. A sense of satisfaction surrounds them. The bartender brings them another round of drinks.

A fourth man, of medium height and dark hair, pulls into the parking lot. The two men from before are now fighting club security. The fourth mean steps out of his vehicle. One of the security men pulls a gun and starts shooting. He kills both of the men and one of the other bouncers before he is shot in turn. A girl, lying on the sidewalk surrounded by her friend’s, stops breathing.

The fourth man opens a door to the club and heads toward the group of three men. They wave from where they are sitting. As he walks, a girl to the left chokes on a peanut, a man goes into cardiac arrest and a waiter trips and falls. When they turn the waiter over a fork sticks straight out of her carotid artery.

The forth man sits down at the bar and the bartender brings him a drink.

“You know, I wish you guys wouldn’t come here anymore.”

“Where else should we go?” asks the first man.

“I don’t care, go bowling, stay at home, just don’t come here.” A thread of rebellion rang through his voice.

The second and third man laugh together and the bartender’s knees buckled feebly.

“What do you think,” the first man turns to the fourth man, “want to go bowling?”

The fourth man grins and a man sitting a few chairs away slumps to the floor. “Sure, I haven’t been bowling in years.”

The four rise up as one and exit the club. Three ambulances arrive. The driver of one of the trucks hits the gas instead of the brake and flattens the doorman to the wall. The first man chuckles as the man from the passenger’s seat of the ambulance throws the driver to the ground. The passenger kicks the driver in the chest and curses him for his stupidity.

The four men walk away and go bowling.