All right gang, here we go! The prompt word for this week is: splatter Have fun!

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Oh...this is taking a rather interesting turn. Joe & Jun broke up with their respective partners, now they're sitting together...drinking with one another. Are we going to go from to ?

Originally posted by Redbird Are we going to go from to ?

With all Jun's been drinking, she'll probably be going from to !

ROTFL. You might be right, EW!

KT: Ah, a drunk, bravado-filled Joe. Wonder if he'll feel differently when he's sober. It's never fun being broken up with, especially knowing that in some ways Kaden is right, and this is yet another thing that's her fault. I have to wonder if that's what hurts more ultimately than the breakup, or is she really that head over heels about Kaden? If so, Ken's in a tough spot! (And yeah, like the others, I was wondering if Jun was going to continue her history of bad decisions by making a play for Joe, or accepting a play from Joe, while they're both smashed.)

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KT- Joe is right. Eventually, Kaden is going to be without protection. Hopefully Ken will step in and rectify his earlier mistakes. EW- I think the pervert is about to find out how lethal Ken can be.

EW: Oh dear, I wonder how long it'll take Ken to realize exactly what kind of danger he's in. If he does, things are gonna go really badly for Manuel, hehe.

Sweet angel? LOL. Poor Ken! He's just too darn good looking for his own good. It's seems man or woman, everyone wants him! Everyone else better get a move on, and save their leader!

somehow, I can't see Manuel living much longer.....

This stems from #118 (Forgot), #120 (Allowance), #121.2 (Hang), #130 (Book), #124 (Awesome), #138 (Pallid), and #132 (Confession). FYI: I did use splattered, instead of splatter... *************** Prompt # 136 Splatter One day later: Saturday (mid morning). Someone was going to die. He was going to kill Ken. The Eagle had shown up at his trailer about an hour ago, saying they had somewhere they needed to be and that it was important. He wouldn't tell Joe where that was, but Ken was driving. In retrospect, that alone should've been the tip off. This is what happened when he didn't get enough sleep, he later on surmised. His guard was down, and he didn't even give Ken's order a second thought. Due to his bruised pride, not to mention his sore ear, Joe had left the "J" after his encounter with Jun in the alley, hoping to keep a low profile until it all blew over. At least, he hoped it would. He had some liquor in his trailer which had been left behind from one of their poker games stashed away someplace, so he spent the remainder of his evening with good ol' Jim Beam. It was only when they were on the road speeding down the highway, and Ken told him that he heard what happened at the Snack night before, did Joe immediately figure out just where they were going. Instantly Joe reached for the door lock, only to find it was missing from the passenger side door. His hand shot out, grasping..... "Don't even try the window," Ken informed him, giving him an amused sidelong glance. "It's busted." Yes, someone was going to die. And standing there in the Snack, Joe realized from the way that Jun was looking at him, that it just might be him. Jun studied him, looking him up and down, her slender arms crossed over her chest. "You think you're so slick, huh? " she mused aloud, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Ok..." Shifting her weight, she reached behind her shoving a hand into her jeans back pocket. "Here!" she tossed something at him. It was light, filmy and black---a good sneeze would shred it to pieces. Well, at least he knew it wouldn't be lingerie. "Wear it". Shit, it better not be lingerie. Joe deftly snatched it out of the air, a frown creasing his brow. "What the hell is it?" he asked slowly, holding it between thumb and forefinger, as realization dawned over him. "A hairnet." He cocked an eyebrow at her, and stared again at the item clutched between his fingers. Jun cocked a thumb over her shoulder. "I need the deep fryers cleaned out and all the oil in them changed." "Huh? You want me to do what?! I work on cars not restaurant equipment!" "Come on Joe you're good at changing oil!" Jun told him smugly."Get to it..." Joe clamped down on the retort that was bubbling up inside him. From the expression on her face, it was either clean them out, or else Jun would probably make Deep Fried Crispy Condor out of him, with his balls as an appetizer. "Man up Asakura, and take your lumps like a man." he thought grimly to himself, as he stared at the deep fryers. "All right, Jun. These are all finished." Joe motioned towards the large plastic containers that he had siphoned the old cooking oil into. He wiped his hands on a clean dishtowel and glanced at his watch. If he were lucky, he'd be able to tear out of there and still be to the track on time. However, the owner of the Snack J, had other ideas. "Oh, no, no no. I'm not done with you yet."Jun informed him all too sweetly. "You're a grease monkey, right? I want all those grease traps cleaned out. Today." "Jun, it's already past one. I don't even know anything about grease traps!" "I'm sorry I didn't hear you..." "And I have a preliminary race today...." She walked up to him, and poked him in the sternum with her index finger. With her freshly painted pink fingernail, actually. "No you don't. You're cleaning out grease traps today." He stared down at her face, taking in her icy green eyes and remembering her fury the previous night. Jun would have his ass on a platter if he didn't do it. Shit. He could fix anything on wheels, right? He could handle a few grease traps, he supposed. How bad could it be? So ....grease traps it was. Joe held his breath as he emptied out the second trap. If they smelled this bad, he was sure he probably stank even worse. For fucks sake, all he wanted to do was to take a long hot shower and kick back with a cold beer. At the rate things were going, he wouldn't be able to get out of the Snack until Monday. Jinpei dropped another pile of dishes in the sink, the legs of his striped bell bottoms suddenly in view. As much as he wanted to, Joe supposed he couldn't be mad at the brat for taking his teasing to heart. He could hear muffled sounds of the patrons in the dining area, and the waitress bussing tables. The place had opened about an hour ago and was only getting busier. "Joe... " Jinpei whispered to him, as he lay half under the counter. "Who's that?" "Like I can see anything down here." he snorted, instantly regretting it as the smell of rancid grease assaulted his nose."Who's who squirt?" "The girl who's sitting in your spot at the bar..." What? A girl? In his spot? He rushed into a sitting position, almost smacking his head on the sink pipes. "Take this..." he said thrusting a scraper at Jinpei. "Huh?" "Just hold this Jinpei" Joe ground out from between his teeth, slapping it into the kids' hand, as he slid out from under the counter."I'll be right back..." His knees cracked as he got up from the floor, and he stood up wiping his dirty hands on his equally filthy jeans. Making sure he didn't upset the bucket he had been using, he peered through the kitchen, out towards the counter area. Sure enough, there was a cute little redhead in a beat-up black leather motor cycle jacket sitting at the counter. Dammit. She had set her helmet on the counter and Joe watched, transfixed, as she flipped her long hair over her shoulder while she casually studied a menu. And she was sitting in HIS spot. It was fate. It surely meant something. "Ah, ah, ah. " He heard Jun call from behind him. He stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder to see Jun shaking his finger at him, while simultaneously clucking her tongue. She had entered through the back door with an armful of boxes that needed to be put away. "Where ya going Joe?" she quipped brightly, with a big grin on her face. "Don't you have some grease traps to clean out?" she continued in a loud voice. Out of the corner of his eye, Joe saw the redhead briefly look over in their direction before turning back to reading the menu. From the expression on her face and the tone of her voice, Jun was obviously enjoying his dilemma. Way too much if you asked him. Closing his eyes briefly in frustration, Joe ground his teeth together, a low growl working its way from his throat. What could he do?, he asked himself. Get real, Asakura! He reeked from working in the kitchen all day, his clothes were dirty and stained, splattered with muck. What chick would possibly look at him in his present condition? Now that, that, idea, boys and girls, was the real joke. he thought grimly. And it was on him.... He turned to gaze almost forlornly at the girl at the bar, watching as one of the waitresses walked over to take her order. Jun was supervising him in the kitchen as he scrubbed out dirty pans from the afternoon rush. Things that she didn't want in the dishwasher that needed to be soaked and scoured out. Each time he paused to glance at the pretty girl at the counter, she was on his back like white on rice. Telling him to hurry up, she needed more beer from the storeroom or that she needed that big pot for sauce, pronto. Joe had just finished with the last of the dishes when he noticed the girl, who was there for about an hour or so, decided to leave. From his spot at the kitchen sink, Joe watched as she got up, his keen eye observing how her faded denim flares accented all the right places, and pulled out money for the bill from her rear pocket. After laying the money neatly on the counter, she quickly she zipped up her jacket and reached out to grasp the helmet in one pale hand. It swung loosely in her grip. The waitress that served her waved a goodbye from the table she was working. The farewell was returned and with a jangle of the door chimes ...she was gone. Joe could faintly hear the rumble of the pipes from her motorcycle as she started it, and how the noise quickly faded into the distance, as she pulled away from the Snack.

Redbird: Oh man, Joe has truly entered the 7th circle of hell

RB- I'm wondering what the biggest punishment was, all the work Jun made him do, or missing out on the chance with the redhead!