10-04-2012, 05:38 AM
This was the second time tonight Lewis walked in to this club. He had a goal to accomplish this time though. He looked over at Caleb and as if they could read each others mind, Caleb nodded and headed to the Bar, silent but vigilant. Lewis couldn’t help but notice the lighting made Caleb look less intimating, as if the scars from fighting were washed away.
Lewis eyes darted down at his hands, the red of his veins were unnoticeable in the light of the club. He counted his blessings that he didn’t stick out. He saw the club in a different light, some people seemed less alive then before, while others seemed hardly human.
Does the bartender have a bulls head? No.. its just the lighting…
Two woman were fighting over some man. Lewis eyes darted up and down the two woman. One was a lifeless husk of a human, to worn out for the new regard Lewis held him self in. The other girl, Jio, on the other hand was something else. She was young, too young to be in the club, but Lewis didn’t care, he just needed a girl who would attract that drug dealer, and if he was lucky the eyes of O’Harron. The woman had odd aura about her, it reminded Lewis of Terra, only not as bright. The thought made him check his phone.
Lewis made is way to the girl. He knew he looked good. His suit probably was the most expensive in the bar, and the red shirt made the flecks of red in his eyes seem luminescent. The cut of the jacket showed how fit he was. Why have a personal trainer if you cant show off was Lewis’s reasons for the form fitting suits.
“Hi,” Lewis said, his southern accent flared with class and sex appeal, “Was that other woman causing you any trouble?”
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Caleb left Lewis side. He knew the drill and he obeyed.
Stand by the bar, drink, and keeps your eyes open.
Caleb reflected how it’s the same routine with every dangerous situation. He watched the dance floor, and was thankful he wasn’t there. Caleb hated dancing, he hated being that close to so many people, and he hated the cops. He eyed up the one man on the dance floor, Caleb recognized him as the cop from the murder scene he drove past. He could see fear in the cops eyes.. The cop seemed to hate dancing as much as Caleb did.
Caleb sat himself down at the bar, sitting a head taller then everyone else drinking and chatting. Caleb ordered a pint of some dark and thick beer, and slowly sipped.
Calebs eyes darted to Lewis introducing himself to some woman, then his eyes darted back to the cop.
Last edited by ThorsViking; 10-05-2012 at 08:19 AM..
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