Ciaran (Bourbon & Blood)
“The unmarked police vehicle pulled up outside the dingy bar off Winchester Road, and people scattered like cockroaches. Even without the flashing lights and logo, the vehicle’s origins were obvious. The blacked-out windows and flashing neon panties that adorned the building gave little doubt as to what sort of establishment it was and the fact that the car clearly did not belong. Lexington, Kentucky wasn't the biggest city, but it had it's fair share of crime, most of it drug related.
He di...d not want to be there. It was too risky, too damned dirty, and too close for comfort. If someone saw him, he was screwed. Cops, even dirty ones, had images to uphold. Getting out of the car, he approached the door and the sketchy doorman. “I need to see Sergei.”
“Ten dollars,” the doorman replied, his thick Russian accent difficult to decipher.
Grabbing the man by the jacket, he hauled him up until they were nose to nose.MoreLess
He di...d not want to be there. It was too risky, too damned dirty, and too close for comfort. If someone saw him, he was screwed. Cops, even dirty ones, had images to uphold. Getting out of the car, he approached the door and the sketchy doorman. “I need to see Sergei.”
“Ten dollars,” the doorman replied, his thick Russian accent difficult to decipher.
Grabbing the man by the jacket, he hauled him up until they were nose to nose.MoreLess
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