Jameson McQueen (_renegade) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-19 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-27, erika |
Living well but we're dying young
Who: Jameson McQueen and Erika Forsythe
Where: Random bar in Scarlet Oak
When: Evening
One of the perks, if you wanted to call it that, to being an undercover cop was working when you really didn't seem like you were working. Case in point, why Jameson had gone to a bar that night. It was rare for him to go legit drinking without his twin in tow, and he wasn't planning on getting anywhere near drunk tonight. No, Jameson was fishing for information, and one of the best places to find that was in a small little bar like this. He didn't have to track down the bad guys tonight, but a lead or two might be nice. Besides, he had to be at the shop in the morning to help Jasper fix up a few vehicles. Part of having a cover job meant you actually had to work it.
He took a seat at the far end, looking far from police like - worn leather jacket that fit him to the tee, a black shirt underneath that, and nice dark jeans. His cane he left leaning against the side of the bar, out of sight and mostly out of mind. "What do you have on tap?" he asked the bartender, letting his Southern drawl come out a bit as he spoke. What? Might as well use it to his advantage if he could. "You know what? Just grab me a Guinness, thanks." Jameson sat back and surveyed the rest of the bar with a glance, thanking the bartender as he brought over said beer.