Well we went to go beat the shit out of Maurice at his bar for jerking us around. But Maurice, he is the trickiest of thugs and he thwarted our plan.
We busted up into the bar, kicking down the door. It was a seedy place, full of shady people and even shadier bartenders.
Cracola walked up to the bar and looked the bartender straight in the eye.
"I want to speak to Maurice."
The bartender blinked at her like he didn't know English. This made Cracola very, very angry. She grabbed the bartender by the collar and pulled him over the bar.
"I SAID I WANT TO SPEAK TO MAURICE."
The bartender, scared out of his mind because Cracola is big and mean, whispered, "He no here. He is hard to pin down."
Cracola would have none of this. She grabbed a lit cigarette from one of the seedy bar patrons and pressed the lit end into the bartender's hand.
"Give that message to Maurice. Tell him there's more where that came from unless we get the washer."