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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (in_the_wings) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Fifty-three hours. That's how long he'd been directly tracking the skip this time: fifty-three hours, thirty-seven minutes and about twenty-six seconds, give or take. He'd already spent the last two nights sleeping in his car, trying to stake out the locations where his quarry had recently been spotted. Apparently the man felt confident enough to come out of hiding, and now it was time for Shae to make his move.

As he sat at the bar, contemplating his next move should his current plan fail, Shae began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was losing his touch. He'd always been the resourceful type, but his tactics as of late just seemed plain ineffective. It was going on a month- a month!- since the contract had been issued, and his bank account was starting to look awfully slim. If this tip-off from one of his contacts didn't pan out, well...

It was still early yet. The bar was nearly full; hardly unusual for a Saturday night, and he'd already had a handful of somewhat enticing offers from a few of the other patrons that he'd had to turn down. Shae didn't really frequent the gay bar scene, but occasionally it was a nice perk. Especially on nights like tonight, when his adrenaline was high and there was a remarkably attractive man sitting beside him.

Eh, he could multi-task.

He waited until the bartender had served the man his drink, then smoothly intercepted the glass before he could reach for it. "Let's play a game," he drawled, an easy smile on his face as he nodded toward one of the unoccupied billiard tables.