George and the Action Man

"What club?" Tanya was puzzled by what he said, which made Zinbad smile even more.

"You know, the club that Meghan and her friends went to celebrate—something, I don't know!" It sounded like random gibberish to her at first, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

"Most probably, it's about her moving into this town. But tell me, how come I don't know about this important piece of information?" If such a thing happened, it was bound to be in the police report. But she did spend her time checking the reports over and over, but this information was still new to her.

"How would I know that? It was there on the police report. I got it from there." Zinbad's statement confused her even more. She headed over to her car to take a look at the police report that she had.

"There's nothing about the party! Fucking Billy screwed me over." It was obvious to her. In her point of view, Billy seemed to have always hated her from the time they met each other. However, she didn't quite expect this sort of fuck up over a personal rivalry.

"Wait, does that mean you don't know where the club is? Interesting." Zinbad let out that sinister smile yet again, that somehow did suit his crazy attire and the glasses. It seemed like he was able to successfully bait her over.

"Yeah. Will you please be kind enough to take me over to that club you mentioned?" Her voice was much more polite than she sounded before when she swore the heck out. Zinbad was ecstatic. He truly enjoyed the moment—feeling the sense of happiness that a sadist would feel at a time like this.

"Hell yeah! What am I here for if not to help clueless people like you! Come on, let's go!" And thus he led the way towards the club. And Tanya's ploy to ditch him failed miserably as he became her only ray of hope.

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Zinbad led the two-person and a spirit party to the club in literally a few seconds. The club was so close to the alley where they were. "Here it is. Hey, George! How are you doing, buddy?" He waved at the security who stood in front of the club.

"What the hell? This is just two steps away from where we came from!" Tanya felt like she was cheated. She expected a bit more distance from there.

"Did I tell you anything about it being far away? No, I didn't. Anyway, shush now and let me speak to my buddy George. Hey, George!" He called out the security guard by name once again.

"Hello, Zinbad. I heard you the first time around. You don't have to yell at me again." George, the guard, replied in a very bland tone.

"Haha, funny fellow!" Zinbad patted George's shoulder as he laughed all alone. He straightened himself up since no one found the bland tone of his funny. "Now listen, you've got to let me into the club. Stu called for me. Apparently, he has something to say—I don't know what, but he said it was really important." Zinbad sounded serious as he said it.

George was quick to retort. "Really? Because just this morning, Stu did say to me that you were banned from the club for an entire year. You do remember what you did the last time you were in the club, right?"

"What? I don't remember anything particular about the last time." Zinbad acted like he couldn't make out what George said.

"You puked on one of the guests and started a fight—that you miserably lost and Stu had to pay for your medical bills since you weren't even able to lift your hand. Does that remind you, Zinbad? So, no entry for you. You and your friend can go back to wherever you came from." George politely gestured to them to get the hell away from there.

"Oh, yeah! That was pretty fun. I got punched like a freaking punching bag, didn't I? But that's the past, ain't it? Is there any way for me to get in now?" Zinbad tried to look cute, which looked awkward as hell.

"No." George remained unwavering in his statement.

"Shall I interfere?" Tanya wanted to get this over with quickly, so she asked Zinbad.

"Wait, I'll sort this out," Zinbad assured her. "On second thought, maybe you could help! Do you have any money on you?"

Tanya searched her pockets and put forth a few dollars worth of money. "This is all I got."

"Thanks." He grabbed the money off of her, even though she was a bit hesitant. "George, it seems like I can't get in the club using conventional means. So, how about a little bit of this?" Zinbad slid the money to his pockets.

"Sorry, Zinbad. Money ain't gonna buy me. Rules are rules." George handed the money back to Zinbad.

Zinbad sighed. He gave back the money to Tanya. "So, I'm all out of ideas. You can interfere now."

Tanya looked helpless too. "Nah, my idea just failed right now. I've got nothing left too."

"Think... there might be another way." Zinbad started brainstorming for an idea. And finally, he got one. "Wait here, I'll be back in a minute." He ran back to where they came from, or at least, it looked so for Tanya.

"Okay." Tanya chose to believe in him for once.

"…" A long awkward silence emerged between Tanya and George. Neither had anything to say, so they chose to remain silent until Zinbad came back. It took a few good minutes for him to do so.

"Where were you?" Tanya was a bit frustrated since Zinbad took his time to come back.

"Sorry, it was a bit difficult to find. I forgot where I kept it in the car. But, I can handle George now." Zinbad replied and then headed straight towards George. "George!"

"What is it, Zinbad?" He sounded really uninterested in whatever Zinbad was about to say.

"You are a fan of Action Man, aren't you?" Zinbad's question slightly piqued George's interest and the band of PI were quick on noticing that.

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