Beer for Two(Riddles,Dylan)
Riddles stepped into the Purple Onion and quickly scanned the room for his appointment. Not spotting him, he took a seat at one of the white tiled tables in the corner, positioning himself so that he could see the door and all who entered. He didn’t have to wait long for a young girl wearing tight jeans and a white button up blouse to come over and take his order. After naming his beverage he proceeded to study the room. It was an older joint but clean, the owner seemed to have a sea fetish as the whole place was covered in nautical paraphernalia. In an adjoining room there was a game of billiards being played accompanied by plenty of laughter and cheering. He couldn’t help but notice a red headed woman dressed in tacky clothing that was too tight for her voluptuous figure standing behind the bar chatting with the patrons. When she smiled he feared that her face might crack from all of the paint she was wearing. Although she was gaudy, she seemed to have a spirited personality that demanded respect.
Straining his ears he attempted to pick up the latest news on the street. There seemed to be a lot of talk about the disappearance of a fellow named Quint who had been having a field day killing some questionable entrepreneurs in the shipping industry. Riddles made a mental note to look up this Quint person if Dylan didn’t pan out.
Engrossed in his thoughts, Riddles was startled by the appearance of the heavily bearded man standing in front of him. “What kind of cop doesn’t even notice his guest’s arrival? I could have shot you and left before you even knew what happened.” Taking a seat across from the flustered man the two remained silent until another beverage was put before them.
“Did you find the help that you were looking for?” Riddles asked eagerly, his eyes darting around the room in search of others from the force.
Dylan finished his frothy beer before answering, seemingly unaware of the officer’s discomfort. “Do you have my money?”
Beads of perspiration began to form on the officer’s brow. He didn’t like dealing with the very scum he wanted to be rid of, but desperate times required desperate measures. With shaking hands he retrieved a brown briefcase that was sitting on the floor by the leg of his chair and passed it along the floor to Dylan. Casually picking it up, the disreputable character excused himself to go to the bathroom where he could count the money in private.
While his companion was gone, Riddles ordered another round of beer in the hopes that the bitter drink would calm his nerves. Before long, Dylan returned to the table, briefcase in hand and a smile on his grizzly face.
“When will you go to work?” The balding cop inquired anxiously while rubbing his sweaty palms on his pant leg.
“When I feel like it!"Barked Dylan slamming his empty mug onto the table top causing heads to turn in their direction. "And if you want the job done, you’ll quit asking questions. You just make sure your friends down at the station don’t start snooping around. If any of my men get caught, your name will be the first word out of their mouth. Understand?”
Riddles nodded his head slowly all the blood draining from his face. Dylan smiled at the effect that his little speech had on the cowardly cop. Feeling content with the business transaction he picked up the battered brown briefcase and left Riddles sitting alone once more.
Straining his ears he attempted to pick up the latest news on the street. There seemed to be a lot of talk about the disappearance of a fellow named Quint who had been having a field day killing some questionable entrepreneurs in the shipping industry. Riddles made a mental note to look up this Quint person if Dylan didn’t pan out.
Engrossed in his thoughts, Riddles was startled by the appearance of the heavily bearded man standing in front of him. “What kind of cop doesn’t even notice his guest’s arrival? I could have shot you and left before you even knew what happened.” Taking a seat across from the flustered man the two remained silent until another beverage was put before them.
“Did you find the help that you were looking for?” Riddles asked eagerly, his eyes darting around the room in search of others from the force.
Dylan finished his frothy beer before answering, seemingly unaware of the officer’s discomfort. “Do you have my money?”
Beads of perspiration began to form on the officer’s brow. He didn’t like dealing with the very scum he wanted to be rid of, but desperate times required desperate measures. With shaking hands he retrieved a brown briefcase that was sitting on the floor by the leg of his chair and passed it along the floor to Dylan. Casually picking it up, the disreputable character excused himself to go to the bathroom where he could count the money in private.
While his companion was gone, Riddles ordered another round of beer in the hopes that the bitter drink would calm his nerves. Before long, Dylan returned to the table, briefcase in hand and a smile on his grizzly face.
“When will you go to work?” The balding cop inquired anxiously while rubbing his sweaty palms on his pant leg.
“When I feel like it!"Barked Dylan slamming his empty mug onto the table top causing heads to turn in their direction. "And if you want the job done, you’ll quit asking questions. You just make sure your friends down at the station don’t start snooping around. If any of my men get caught, your name will be the first word out of their mouth. Understand?”
Riddles nodded his head slowly all the blood draining from his face. Dylan smiled at the effect that his little speech had on the cowardly cop. Feeling content with the business transaction he picked up the battered brown briefcase and left Riddles sitting alone once more.
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