It was a quiet night. Not something common in this particular bar on a Friday night. But you couldn’t hear more than dead silence through the bar. Silence that was broken by the sudden tap of a clawed finger nail against the wood of the counter. Chipping the surface as he signaled for the bartender to fill his glass. The man approached like one would a wild predator during feeding time. Shaking to the point he spilled some of the bottle as he made the refill. He was quick to retreat to his corner as Vic downed the glass as smooth as a drink of water. The burn barely even noticeable a this point. Seemed whatever little entertainment the place had offered him had come to an end.
Still it was a needed escape. Working for this Inner Circle bunch paid better than any job he had ever taken before. Only problem was there was too much planning and not enough action yet for his tastes. So he stepped out for a night of...fresh air. And nothing was sweeter to him than the scent of blood on the air. Turning in his chair to breathe in the carnage he ran through the place. Bites of glass, broken wood, a detached arm or two...and the blood? The bartender would be scrubbing that stuff out the floor for weeks. With a toothy smile he pushed to his feet almost proud of his work. “Now don’t you go calling the authorities just yet, bar keep. If I hear even the touch of a dial I’ll come back here and add you to the remodel.”
Stepping out into the night he figured he had another hour or two before the bars completely shut down. Might as well enjoy what little freedom he had until the powers that be yanked the chain again. He lit up a cigar trying to pick the direction of the next bar when some neared his path. “Hey...yeah you!” He grunted before coming to tower closer to the bystander. “Know any place I guy can get a shitty drink around this way?”
