Jul. 18th, 2009 at 9:23 PM
Who: Jacob Mitchell & Lilah Morgan
Where: Roy's Bar
When: Saturday night
The detective burst through the door, almost mowing down a couple that was leaving and ignored their protests as he bounded angrily down the short flight of steps that protruded inside the dim interior. Instead of heading to his usual high table with it's tall legged chairs near the bar and off to the side, Jacob headed straight for the bar and sat down roughly on a stool.
Jacob hardly ever sat at the bar.
He was near being furious. All three of his cases were all but done due to technicalities with evidence that his suspect's lawyers cleverly manipulated the law to get what they wanted. Fucking lawyers, he hated them. Pulling his glasses off his face, a hand covering his tired eyes, Jacob suddenly said, "Roy! I'd like a Guiness, please."
Where: Roy's Bar
When: Saturday night
The detective burst through the door, almost mowing down a couple that was leaving and ignored their protests as he bounded angrily down the short flight of steps that protruded inside the dim interior. Instead of heading to his usual high table with it's tall legged chairs near the bar and off to the side, Jacob headed straight for the bar and sat down roughly on a stool.
Jacob hardly ever sat at the bar.
He was near being furious. All three of his cases were all but done due to technicalities with evidence that his suspect's lawyers cleverly manipulated the law to get what they wanted. Fucking lawyers, he hated them. Pulling his glasses off his face, a hand covering his tired eyes, Jacob suddenly said, "Roy! I'd like a Guiness, please."