Jewels' Sake Bar & Grill
Joe was sitting down at the front of the bar on the stool, one hand rested on the counter and the other holding his mug of beer. He was wearing his normal attire, he was not one to keep his identity a secret, but not many people knew who he really was anyway, toher than the greatest boxer of all time, so Joe was comfortable going out without his costume, not to mention he would look rediculous, add that to the fact that the outfit smelled like a pig farm from all the sweat and blood, so naturaly he had to wahs it anyway. Still Joe had just got done with small workout of 750 pushups beofre he roughed up some local thugs. He was looking to get lucky with one of the local hooker or a girl at the bar.Sadly, Joe found that there were no women around, at least non that he could see, Joe knew this place was usualy packed with girls, so what was going on? Now Joe felt like a loser, no one was at the bar exept the bartender, and a few shady looking men watching the game on the T.V and having a smoke. However Joe overheard one of the men watching the T.V get up and start swearing "What the F@Ck
happened to the game!?" Joe looked over, the screen was nothing but static, thne the screen went completely white, and a voice came from it giving the message of the women being taken away, Joe crished his mug, bee splashed over the counter, he then muttered to himself "Damn,not the bitches...! He could have at least left the hookers."
Joe got up and left some money on the counter to pay for his drinks, luckily he had not drank enough to get drunk, only a buzz, he was sober enough to know what this kid was doing pissed him off, even though Joe was not a romantic he was not one for forcing women into things, he still ahd some kind of respect for them and this was just the kind of excuse he needed to beat the snot out of some stuck up rich kid, and who knows, maybe he might get some tail after all this. With a smirk Joe left the bar.
The streets of the Vice
As Joe left the bar he got on his cat-shped motorcycle, he had remember a commercial saying buzzed driving is drunk driving, well those buzzed driver simply werent pro like Joe, he tohugh to himself. Joe drove to his Gym, he walked right to his drycleaning and took out his costume, Joe smiled and put it on, after wrapping his boxing tape around his hands Joe headed out to see if he could find anyone who may know what was going on "I love this job."
Joe said to himself as he drove into the night.