Beat ✏ 17
Who: Beat, Ty Lee and Eugene
Where: Mama Mille's Speakeasy
Style: First for speed?
Status: Closed
[It had been nearing closing time and most of the patrons who had finished up for the night had already shuffled out of the speakeasy. Whether they returned back to their homes or to whatever escapade they had planned for the remainder of the night didn't matter to Beat. All that mattered to him right now as what the day was finally over and he could get some rest as soon as he headed to his place to turn in.
The night had been rather uneventful. One or two fights had broken out but it was easily subdued with a few mean looks and a threat of being kicked out. Now, all that was left was to finish helping with the clean-up. It was relatively tame night. At least for the boy's tastes.
Regardless, he started turning chairs over to rest them over the tables. The sooner he got over this, the sooner he could leave.]
Where: Mama Mille's Speakeasy
Style: First for speed?
Status: Closed
[It had been nearing closing time and most of the patrons who had finished up for the night had already shuffled out of the speakeasy. Whether they returned back to their homes or to whatever escapade they had planned for the remainder of the night didn't matter to Beat. All that mattered to him right now as what the day was finally over and he could get some rest as soon as he headed to his place to turn in.
The night had been rather uneventful. One or two fights had broken out but it was easily subdued with a few mean looks and a threat of being kicked out. Now, all that was left was to finish helping with the clean-up. It was relatively tame night. At least for the boy's tastes.
Regardless, he started turning chairs over to rest them over the tables. The sooner he got over this, the sooner he could leave.]