K.O. | A flash fiction story
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The bar was silent, every drunken eye on Dino and K.O.
"I've already paid for Atlanta Security this month, officer," Dino said in a low voice from behind the counter, his eyes on his feet.
"But you haven't paid for K.O. Security, my man." K.O. pulled a shiny knife from his crimson uniform and examined it. "There's a lot of violence in this city." He licked the blade. "You wouldn't want any violence in your establishment, would you?"
"I guess I wouldn't," Dino said, rubbing the neck of a clear bottle he had been holding the whole time. "I'll pay the fee."
"Good," K.O. smiled and gave Dino a gentle pat on the face. "Now pour me a glass of that thing, would you?"
"Oh, this?" Dino motioned with the bottle, shaking the blue contents inside. "You can't drink this."
"Why? Is it one of Dino's secret ingredients? Just give me the thing, already." He extended a hand.
"I really can't," Dino moved the bottle away from him.
In a swift motion, K.O. leaned over the counter and grabbed the bottle from Dino's hands. The drunk crowd gasped — one last gasp out of sync, a moment after everyone else's. K.O. took a few large gulps of the thing before choking. He coughed and wheezed.
"What the fuck is this?" He bent down, his hands on his knees.
"You don't wanna know. I use it to cool the generator on the back."
K.O. fell to the floor, waving the knife in Dino's direction. "Call emergency." He barely got out the words.
"There's a thing by the door," Dino pointed, "that says that I'm not responsible for any emergencies related to something you ingest in here. The best I can do is take you outside."
K.O.'s mouth was foaming. "Do it," he managed.
"Right," Dino said, his elbows on the counter, his head resting comfortably on his hands. "I'm just gonna wait a minute."
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