Jazz AU Project
I used to play the piano.
Captain Francis Anthony of the Loguetown Police Department frowned and swirled his scotch around in a not-so-pristine glass that had been messily shoved his way by the local bar keep. He growled and removed the white fedora from his cap to set it on the stool beside him. "Thanks," he spat as he swirled twin cigars in the corner of his mouth. He raised a hand and the bar keep nodded. "Been a long time, Smoker."
I used to be like the rest of them - I left this town for a reason.
The Captain swallowed back his booze and extended his freakish ability outward to wrap around the neck of the bottle. "Don't mind if I help myself then."
I hate this town.
Now he was stuck here like the rest, as ordered by the Brass. He was a thorn and he knew it, but he enjoyed digging himself a hole. Why follow the orders of a corrupt system? His justice was his own, his own brand. Fuck the brass and fuck the high ups and their bureaucratic bullshit. There were villains in this town raping the innocent and all they were worried about was how much money was coming in for the new police squad.
Smoker growled and sucked hard on his smokes, sending the tips flaring like hell fire.
God knows, I fucking hate this town.
Captain Francis Anthony of the Loguetown Police Department frowned and swirled his scotch around in a not-so-pristine glass that had been messily shoved his way by the local bar keep. He growled and removed the white fedora from his cap to set it on the stool beside him. "Thanks," he spat as he swirled twin cigars in the corner of his mouth. He raised a hand and the bar keep nodded. "Been a long time, Smoker."
I used to be like the rest of them - I left this town for a reason.
The Captain swallowed back his booze and extended his freakish ability outward to wrap around the neck of the bottle. "Don't mind if I help myself then."
I hate this town.
Now he was stuck here like the rest, as ordered by the Brass. He was a thorn and he knew it, but he enjoyed digging himself a hole. Why follow the orders of a corrupt system? His justice was his own, his own brand. Fuck the brass and fuck the high ups and their bureaucratic bullshit. There were villains in this town raping the innocent and all they were worried about was how much money was coming in for the new police squad.
Smoker growled and sucked hard on his smokes, sending the tips flaring like hell fire.
God knows, I fucking hate this town.