10-05-2012, 08:20 AM
Caleb looked the man over in the light coming off the bar. The man stood close to a head shorter then him, and he wasn’t a broad. Like most men Demitrii looked like a child in comparison to the hulking mass of muscle that was Caleb.
A smile spread across Caleb face. Surprisingly he had all his teeth, and they were near perfect. Every time Caleb smiled he knew he had his boss to thank for it.
Lewis spent a pretty penny fixing my teeth after the Chicago incident.
“So, you find me more attractive then the little lady,” Caleb said, signalling to the woman with pink hair on the dance floor. His welsh accent sounding clear as day, cops make him angry. “Maybe I am in the wrong bar, I don’t think I’m your type. Go hit on someone else.”
Caleb hoped that would anger the cop enough to harass him some more. Caleb had the urge to punch something.
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