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It was a typical city night. The moon was full, and the stars glistened in the sky like small sparkles. Lights lit up the city like thr colorful lights of a Christmas tree. But as the hands of the clock tower ticked for each passing second, each passing minute, every passing hour, the lights one by one began turning on. The traffic of rush hour slowly calmed, the sounds of horns blarring softened. Traffic began to slow down, and workers and students began to fall asleep in their beds to prepare and be rested for the following day. However some people had other plans. Near the outskirts of the city there was a building that was believed to be abandoned, but had been turned into a small bar for alcoholic drinks. Only certain people got to enter through the doors of that building, and rarely did anyone exit that place sober. Usually you came in sober, and exited a drunkard. Within the bar, sitting on a stool close to the counter sat a boy who could barely pass as 18, but was two years younger. He always lied about his age using a fake identity and claiming to be a man by the named Jenkins. Age 18. The boy sat with his head on the counter, a glass in hand. More then likely a little drunk.

In that bar someone entered. He appeared to be about 20 years old. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He sat by the person who called himself Jenkins and ordered a drink. He payed no mind to the other people around him, he was quite tired. Sober but tired.

The man supposedly by the name of Jenkins lifted his head, his gaze going to the man who sat beside him. Looking at him with light green eyes, before looking away, and taking another drink of his alcoholic drink, before his head returned to the counter. He rested his chin on the counter. "How come your here bud?" He asked the man.

"Just for a drink" he replied as the drink arrived. He swallowed it all in one go. "I wanted to try something out that haven't before"

The man chuckled a little, . "I'm surprised you got in here buddy. Not just any person Buddy does.." he said repeating a few words. "Call me Jenkins. Or Howl. Whichever...who cares a ****?"

"My name's Ethan though you could pretty much call me what you want" he replied tiredly. "How long have you been here? "

“Since the sun went west..” the drunk man said a grin clear on his lips.
Meaning ever since the sun set. So, around 6 hours, maybe 5 at the least.

He nodded and ordered another drink. "So what do you do for a living? " he asked.

Seeing the man was offically drunk he didnt really give a damn what words crossed his lips. He looked down at the counter and chuckled quietly, “kill people” he said like it was an everyday thing.

"So you kill people for money or kill people for pleasure?" Ethan has come across worse people, besides this was interesting.

“Little bit of both” he said, his light green gaze going to the man again. Drinking and being qualifiied as 'Mentally Deranged' never was a good combination.

"Interesting" he said stopping drinking. "I'm guessing you have had a lot of experience of both"

Jenkins took another sip of his drink and looked up at the ceiling, as if fasinated by something up there. “Guess so ” he said in agreement. Within the loudness and commotion of the bar, people drinking and calling cheers......and that one guy dancing on a table in his boxers... if one listened closely, the sounds of sirens could be heard. Closer and closer. Police sirens.

Hearing the sirens he got up. "I think we should probably go"

Jenkins looked at him, not hearing the sirens over the fact of the commotion, and the fact he wasnt paying attention to the world around him. Only mere moments passed, then red and blue lights began shinning through the windows. It was the cops. They were here. All the people that had some soberness left in them began fleeing to the two back exits. Jenkins didnt care of course being drunk and all. He'd catch up later. He could escape from the cops, he'd done it so many times it was simple. Besides, if tried right this second, he'd probably pass out into a drunken haze.
The sounds of glasses dropping and men and women yelling “move it you little ****” or something..

He got up from his seat. If Jenkins or Howl didn't want to get off his seat, he wasn't going to stop him. Ethan went to a window and opened it and looked out.

Outside sat three police cars, all having a police officer emerge from them on the drivers side, and closing the door behind them. They had been called by quite a few people complaining about alot of noise coming from this area, and they were here to check it out.

Ethan started to climb out the window but then looked back at Jenkins. After a while he got back down and tried to get him to go.

Jenkins tried to refuse to budge at first, but eventually got pulled along. Forced to follow.

He started to try to push Jenkins up the open window. If they were silent enough they could slip past.