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Monroe wasn’t the kind of guy who went looking for trouble, not unless he was being paid for it. Tonight, he was being paid for it. It wasn’t a lot, but hey, he was the kind of guy who liked to think he had a heart. Even if it was masked by a bottle of fireball and a half ashed fag sticking out from between his lips. He carried a gun, what kind of idiot didn’t? But it wasn’t anything special. Other than that there was no way in hell the man was gonna let a copper catch him with the thing sticking out of his aft end like some wanna be wookie gangster. How embarrassing would it be to see the serial number had been filed off to trade hands one, two, six times before falling into his possession? Five years time embarrassing if the judge was doing their job.
Maybe he wasn’t a good egg, but hey, he was a charitable man. When some kid comes crying about his missing older sister you better believe Monroe wants to find the broad. How much was he looking to make, don’ worry bout it was how much. Maybe this one wasn’t for the fat stack in his back pocket, maybe this one was to help him sleep at night without downing a fifth and starin’ at the ceiling till the sun came up. It didn’t matter why he was there. He was there, and the man wasn’t going home empty handed. He had a feeling some ordinary flic on the job wasn’t gonna be able to handle this one.
Entering the bar it seemed pretty ordinary as far as establishments went, just like the drizzling damp night itself seemed as if it was the picture of habitual. Looks could be deceiving, more than that, they lulled the mind into a false sense of security and then. Wham! Ya found yourself dead. Or, rather people like Monroe found ya dead. He moved to the counter and ordered a drink scanning the evening crowd. Again, ordinary. It was hard to tell evil by the surface, hard to tell by the drink if a long island or a draft beer was feeding a suckling monster within. No, that took waiting, that took watching. That took needing to think like the monster he was trying to track down. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fun. But who cared? Long as the job got done.
Taking a seat in the back with his bottom shelf vodka Monroe waited, he watched, he pretended to be part of the people who'd come to socialize with their own kind. Music. Laughter. Drinking. Friends. At least one of those things sounded familiar. That’s when he saw them. Two men heading not for the bathroom, not for the front door like normal people, but to the back. Drunks only pissed in the back alley of places that didn’t offer a trough for them to flick the dew off the lily. It had to be them, they weren’t drunk, they weren't laughing, they weren’t here for a good time. He had to act fast, His helpers were wearing off.
Dressed in a lose dark grey flannel and black tank top all tucked into well fitting if a touch grungy black jeans Monroe fit well into the shadows and dark corners and not being remembered, apart from the mass amount of hair and the tall stature but that was the style now anyway. Slipping a ten dollar bill under his untouched glass he made his way out the front and around the building to sneak down the back alley and watch the two men who were standing at the other end, just… talking. Maybe he was wrong? But Monroe wasn’t often wrong when he had a hunch. This was where he needed to be.
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This was a typical night, college kids running around, hanging out, switching from bar to bar. She had been one of them once, but a little too young to be pursuing the bottle that held liquid to scorch her throat and kill her liver, even if she was she couldn’t really see the appeal. Stories filled her ears as she had gone to classes pursuing singing on a live stage with thousands of people watching her, that was until her parents had found out and stopped her shenanigans as they liked to call her aspirations for her future. Her funds for schooling didn’t even come out of their pockets, they came out of hers as she sung in small time talent shows and went to events showcasing before the real performers and negotiating her way into getting thirty percent of the proceeds even if she only performed for a little bit, just enough in front of the curtain to let them set their items up and get their vocals warmed up. She was even able to hide her identity for any events they had attended with their business colleagues. A few well-placed rumors ended her up on the streets and that’s when she found her brother again as he had heard of a street performer with flaming hair and tattered jeans accompanied by an oversized flannel. Even if her style had been country music style it wasn’t what she sang, she wasn’t stupid enough to sing unknown songs but preferred to keep to popular music changing it only a little to make it acapella as her instruments had been crushed by a little thing called gravity.
Now getting back to the matter at hand, it was a typical night, her brother was at the bar dressed in a light blue button-up sleeves rolled up to his elbows and first couple of buttons undone to entice, black easy to clean vest, and dark wash jeans with shoes he didn’t care about as usually they’d end up needing to be washed by the end of the night anyways and leather would definitely not get clean if enough alcohol was spilt on it by drunk patrons, he’d learned that the hard way. Jade our other bartender was dressed similarly the only difference being that he wore a pale creamy orange button-up, it was somewhat of a uniform for the guys and it seemed to drag in the lonely females and by association the desperate males vying for their attention. She knew they were attractive, gosh everyone in the whole entire town knew they were attractive and that’s why they were popular. Now what was she doing? She was chatting up a couple of lonesome guys who flashed a credit card her way one too many times, it was easy to take advantage of. Her outfit consisted of skin tight dark wash jeans like the finish of the guys, a long sleeve off the shoulder black top that stuck to her body like a second skin and came to just below her breasts allowing for ample cleavage to flaunt along with allowing for her flat stomach to show, and heels that boosted her butt to be the perfect shape while walking away. Her face also allowed for a mostly natural look but highlighted her eyes and lips making them look just as desirable as the rest of her while her curls framed her face and flowed over her shoulders allowing her to twirl it while flirting for more tips. It wasn’t the life she had imagined but it was something at least and would allow her to save up to go back for schooling and have time off for contests once again.
Jade’s voice called out over the din of the bar asking her to take the garbage out, she excused herself from the men with promises of coming back before strutting away to the trash bins and switching out the liners easily lifting the forty plus pound bags that most people would struggle with but having worked here for almost a year now along with working out with her friend and brother allowed her to carry it with ease. She glanced over her shoulder as she bent down and made sure the patrons were watching before slinging it over letting it hit her back, she wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, they had tested many a bag before finding the ones that wouldn’t puncture or rupture if handled roughly. They looked to put on a show for the ones who cared to watch and it never disappointed as their shocked faces said it all. Moving to the back door she nudged it open letting the cool night air hit her flushed skin, sighing in relief as the coolness allowed her a moment’s reprieve she went to the dumpster at the end of the alley.
That’s when she felt it. She wasn’t alone like she had believed. Good thing she was prepared for situations like this. Feeling the pepper spray in her pocket she turned around and sprayed it at her would be assailants, but it wasn’t working. Eyes widening, breath quickening, heart racing she realized something wasn’t right about this. The only thing she could hope for now, is that it would end quickly. She could see her life flashing before her eyes both the good and the bad. The trials and tribulations this wasn’t going to end well for her, praying to whatever nonexistent God above she hoped that maybe just maybe something would save her, she hadn’t done all that she wanted yet. One thing she hoped above all is that they were decent enough to not rape her and leave her body to be found by her brother or Jade, at least be smart about it and take her body to a pig farm and burn her clothes make it look like she ran away until they found her DNA in some feces. This was not supposed to be her life.