Happy Hour.

Who:- Jay, Dean, Phil
Where:- London
When:- Thursday December 9th 2088, 11pm.
Jay buttoned the second button from the top of his new found shirt, and
pulled on the suit jacket.
Reaching down to the now naked that detective he'd just knocked unconcious
with a shovel he took the pistol from his hand and holstered it inside his
jacket.
Checking his pockets, he found the keys to a car, pressing the
remote-central locking button he listened out for the tell-tale clunk of car
doors unlocking and watched for the flash of headlights. To his delight this
detective had a nice car, Jay crossed the alley and over to the car, it was
a dark blue car, with two white racing stripes across the entire length of
the vehicle. It was a soft top, it's roof down.
Jay climbed in and started the engine, a grin crossing his face as the
six-litre engine revved. He selected first gear, released the handbrake and
skidded out of sight with a screech of rubber as he wondered how successful
Phil and Dean had been...
***
Phil cracked his neck and crossed the car park toward the bar. Outside,
several motorcycles were parked, and from the sounds coming from inside,
this place was a less than savoury place to have a drink.
Phil wasn't worried though. It was a thursday. At least it was, for the
next hour.
He stepped inside, the patron's inside immediatley stopping whatever it was
they were doing to stare at Phil's naked body. Laughter erupted, but Phil
ignored it and approaced a man drinking at the bar.
"I want your clothes. Your boots. And your motorcycle..." he said in a flat
monotone.
The drinker sneered, and extinguished his cigarette on Phil's nipple.
"You forgot to say please..." he said.
"...please..." Phil whimpered, as, even in his Thursday super-powered state,
the cigarette burn hurt.
The punters at the bar laughed raucously.
That was it. Phil's feelings were now officially hurt.
He grabbed the man by the collar and tossed him casually over the counter.
He stumbled as seconds later a pool cue was broekn over the back of his neck
by another of the bars customers, he quickly regained his bearings punched
his attacker in the face, the power of his GELF-DNA driven muscles sending
his assailaint-now victim crashing through the window.
Another customer swung atr him with the second pool cue but Phil caught it
and lifted the would-be attacker over his head, and crashing down on top of
another bar-goer who was now coming at Phil with a knife.
Everyone else who had been drinking in the bar quickly shuffled back ot
their tables and turned their attention very much away from Phil, who
gleefully brushed his hands together and knocked back the last dregs of an
abandoned pint of lager before leaping over the bar.
"Now" he said "We'll try that again, shall we?"
The man who Phil had originally approached lay on the floor, cowering and
quickly stripped off and handed his clothes and keys to Phil.
Minutes later, Phil stepped outside, dressed in biker boots, jeans, white
t-shirt and a leather jacket. He slid a pair orf sunglasses onto his face,
and walked over to a nearby motorcycle.
He started the engine, selected first gear and released the clutch, the bike
rose up on it's back wheel and came crashing down on top of Phil.
"Ow.." he muttered. "That...is gonna take some getting used to..."
***Back at the docks***
Jay skidded in the car, spinning 180 degress in a perfect handbrake turn
before coming to a halt.
"Nice wheels!" said Dean.
"nice outfit..." said Jay, eyeing Dean who stood before him in a complete
white Elvis Presley suit, including platform shoes and wig.
"you couldn't find anything more appropriate?" he asked, as Dean clambered
into the front passenger seat.
"Hey! I only had an hour! I couldn't exactly hit the high street!"
"Fine..where's Phil?"
dean didn't need to answer, a loud screeching was heard from behind, Jay and
Dean both turned to see what was happening, out of the darkness of the night
a single motorcycle came screeching toward them, veering left and right
before it suddenly lurched sideways, skidded on it's side across the tarmac
and came to rest in a pile of cargo-crates with a loud crash.
The rider, stood up, dusted himself off and walked causally toward the car.
"Maybe.." said Phil "I'll ride with you guys..."