User: | thatjazz (posted by sam_spade) |
Date: | 2008-03-28 15:26 |
Subject: | Open |
Security: | Public |
Tags: | brendon, club open, thomas |
Thomas pauses just inside the door, wondering for a second if he shouldn't just call it a bust and go home. His informant is two hours late and Thomas knows that means he won't show at all; something had spooked him. Pretty much par for Thomas' course on a day where bad had become worse with every passing second.
He actually takes a step back, ready to turn and face the oh so pleasant bouncer he'd encountered on his way in, but the lure of a stiff drink is stronger than the empty apartment he'd be heading home to. Squaring his shoulders, he heads deeper into the club. He's calm and relaxed, but his eyes miss nothing. He's learned the hard way that trouble always comes when you're not actively looking for it.