Post by Sparrow Wrightworth on Dec 8, 2015 5:07:49 GMT
The cool night nipped a little at a young man walking down Argi City's streets. A crow sat patiently on a telephone wire and watched a head of snowy hair move silently on the ground. At a crow's cry, the boy turned and looked up at the bird and smiled. Ruby eyes shone fiercely in the moonlight at the bard of death and so the bird flew away. A feather fell silently to the ground and rested at the boy's foot. Sparrow picked it up and examined each edge. He always enjoyed delicate and elegant things in life, and a feather's design was no different. Letting it fall slowly to the ground, he walked towards the King's Crown, a bar that was well known for its drinks, as well as its patronage.
Coming closer to the door, he saw the bouncer look at the boy with judging eyes. "You got some ID, kid? If not, then I need you to hit the streets again."
Sparrow examined the man's face - experience was found in his eyes and a look of contempt fell upon his visage. The young man was used to little hang-ups like this, but couldn't very well turn away now. He needed information, and the bar was a great place to get it from drunken lips and blinded minds. Pulling a small piece of paper out of his vest pocket, he opened it up and showed it to the bouncer. The guard squinted as he attempted to make out what was on the paper, when a look of surprise came over him. Folding the paper away, Sparrow placed it back in his pocket and looked up at the bouncer again, "I trust that what you saw on the paper explains why I'm here? I'm not looking for a drink, anyway, so you wouldn't be charged with serving alcohol to a minor."
The man nodded with newfound respect for the young chaser, and let him in with ease. Glancing around the bar, Sparrow looked for possible escape routes. The bar was slightly different from the floor plan he had looked at earlier, but the walls were nearly the same. Some small rennovations had been made by the bathrooms, and the fresh pain showed contrast to the weathered wallpaper of the open area of the bar. Walking up to the bar and sitting down at a chair, Sparrow asked for a small ginger ale. The bartender gave a quick look to the bouncer, who nodded in urgent approval of the younger customer. Shrugging his shoulders, the barkeep poured a glass of ginger ale and served it to Sparrow, the bubbles fizzing excitedly within the drink. Taking a sip, the boy noted no alcohol was present in the drink, and relaxed slightly. He didn't appreciate spiked drinks, and any complications here could end up with him having an underage drinking charge.
Tapping his fingers lightly on the worn bar table, he looked around at the different people there; a businessman who most likely just lost his job, a group of college students enjoying their newfound freedom, a promiscuously dressed woman seducing a clearly drunk police chief, and a solitary man wearing a coat in the corner. That doesn't look suspicious at all, he thought sarcastically as he kept an eye out for any sudden movements in that area. Closing his other eye, he used his straw to stir around the ice in his drink, listening to the satisfying "clink" of the crystalline water. Sparrow sat and contemplated his next move and wondered what he would learn tonight...
Coming closer to the door, he saw the bouncer look at the boy with judging eyes. "You got some ID, kid? If not, then I need you to hit the streets again."
Sparrow examined the man's face - experience was found in his eyes and a look of contempt fell upon his visage. The young man was used to little hang-ups like this, but couldn't very well turn away now. He needed information, and the bar was a great place to get it from drunken lips and blinded minds. Pulling a small piece of paper out of his vest pocket, he opened it up and showed it to the bouncer. The guard squinted as he attempted to make out what was on the paper, when a look of surprise came over him. Folding the paper away, Sparrow placed it back in his pocket and looked up at the bouncer again, "I trust that what you saw on the paper explains why I'm here? I'm not looking for a drink, anyway, so you wouldn't be charged with serving alcohol to a minor."
The man nodded with newfound respect for the young chaser, and let him in with ease. Glancing around the bar, Sparrow looked for possible escape routes. The bar was slightly different from the floor plan he had looked at earlier, but the walls were nearly the same. Some small rennovations had been made by the bathrooms, and the fresh pain showed contrast to the weathered wallpaper of the open area of the bar. Walking up to the bar and sitting down at a chair, Sparrow asked for a small ginger ale. The bartender gave a quick look to the bouncer, who nodded in urgent approval of the younger customer. Shrugging his shoulders, the barkeep poured a glass of ginger ale and served it to Sparrow, the bubbles fizzing excitedly within the drink. Taking a sip, the boy noted no alcohol was present in the drink, and relaxed slightly. He didn't appreciate spiked drinks, and any complications here could end up with him having an underage drinking charge.
Tapping his fingers lightly on the worn bar table, he looked around at the different people there; a businessman who most likely just lost his job, a group of college students enjoying their newfound freedom, a promiscuously dressed woman seducing a clearly drunk police chief, and a solitary man wearing a coat in the corner. That doesn't look suspicious at all, he thought sarcastically as he kept an eye out for any sudden movements in that area. Closing his other eye, he used his straw to stir around the ice in his drink, listening to the satisfying "clink" of the crystalline water. Sparrow sat and contemplated his next move and wondered what he would learn tonight...
