Clubbing: Part VI

(Story begins here.)

``Thanks Moe,'' Isaac said as he took the pad and pen from him and started to scribble down the things that were just said. The hangover migraine that had been plaguing him for the whole morning had dulled itself down to the point of being barely noticeable; Isaac wasn't sure if it was a sign of his brain trying to reduce the distractions as he was trying to figure out the puzzle that could lead to him leading a free life once again, or that the brandy was doing its thing.

``Hey Moe,'' Isaac said once he had enough things scribbled down. ``Any idea of the guys that I was `acting aggressively' to?''

``Shit, that's complicated,'' Moe said as he rubbed his head and walked back to behind his desk to take a seat. ``Like I said, there were quite a few of them, not all of them regulars too mind you, who wanted to dance with that chick, but you were acting like some kind of pissed off boyfriend or something. Well, wait, fuck, hold on... there's this one guy that I'm sure is a regular... right! I remember. Barcelli. Italian dude. He approached her and you sort of got in the way and threatened him. I think he threatened you back before walking away. That guy's a douche, but we can never seem to throw him out. Dude's got like some kind of mafia connection or something. Always causing trouble. Come to think of it, maybe he's the one who got you in this shit. Got a motive here, right?''

Isaac nodded his head slowly as he wrote down the word `Barcelli' in the legal pad.

``I know you're gonna ask me, `where can I find him?', and truth is, I have no fucking idea. But that's as much as I can remember. Only reason why I remembered Barcelli was because the bouncer was getting one of bus boys to get me from the office to keep an eye out due to the longer-than-usual confrontation time... that bugger didn't want to deal with Barcelli on his own `without the manager's approval' or so he claims. Fucking wimpy pussy...'' Moe said as he took in a deep breath. ``Oh by the way, take the pad and pen with you. I don't want to have any easy evidence left behind. Some how I think you will need all the paper you have to figure out how to get out of this mess. And that's all I have for you. Shit, I hope you get out of this mess by not being involved... anyway, I got you a cab that should be waiting outside. Take it and go wherever you need to go, and for fuck's sake, don't tell me anything about it. As far as I know, we didn't have this conversation. Once more, good luck.''

``Hey Moe, thanks so much. I owe you one,'' Isaac said as he got up to shake Moe's hand.

``Fucking right you do. Now get out of here before the cops show up.''