Just call me Spike (bloody_will) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-07-20 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | mere delany, place: la, spike |
A business proposition
WHO: Spike, OT any and all
WHERE: Grady's Pub (dive bar across from Avarice)
WHEN: Monday night
There were barely any customers in the bar, tonight. Spike racked the balls on one of the tables, which was covered in worn red felt, and chalked a cue. The fact that he'd eaten several of the regulars in the past few weeks might have had something to do with the lack of business.
"It's not like there's anything else going 'round here, lately," he said to the bartender. "It would be three nights a week ... say, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday nights. You don't want the owner to know? Fine, you get your cut and his cut, or you could pay him so's he'd look the other way."
"I AM the owner," the bartender said, looking a little insulted.
"Fine, fine," Spike said, "so the cut's all yours, anyway. In return, you leave us the hell alone, we send someone out once in a while for refills, and you don't go into the back room for anything. Also ... you don't talk about it to anyone, yeah? Could be very lucrative for you."
He took a drag of his cigarette and lined up his cue ball to break.