[5] Shit let's be hardboiled

[pricesandvaules]

It is always a good day when I can get out of the hideout without any trouble. I'm an important man. I've got business to attend to. I can't afford to waste hours on weird puzzle shit just because some asshole left his iron parked over the manhole cover

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[dashboardlite]

There are a couple "places of business" I like to frequent, if only to get my kicks. It's been a while since I visited old friends, too, and who knows when you'll need another mook in a pinch? So I ankle over to Droog's - sonuvabitch has a sweet set-up on Easy Street, a classy joint where he doesn't give me the bum's rush if I fleece anyone at poker or billiards.

And Hell - at least it's dry. The damp air's enough to soak anyone straight through their duds to the bone. I step inside and flip the lid up on my hat to get a better look around, grinning.

"What's a bo gotta do to get somethin' better than shine, around here?"

[pricesandvaules]

Dean Winchester. I knew it was him before he even raised his voice. Guy's got a certain way of entering a room. I guess you could call it charisma. Not a bad trait in a hired gun. It's that flair that excuses his lack of polish.

I set my cue in the rack and round the table.

Just pull up a chair, Winchester.

[dashboardlite]

"Don't mind if I do."

I pull one out and kick back in it. Droog's joint ain't the biggest, but he keeps it tidy and there's always an extra bottle of hooch with my name on it. He's got his boss and I've got mine, but that doesn't mean fellas with the same profession can't get to know each other a little, especially when the circle's so small.

"How's tricks?"

[pricesandvaules]

Same old. A little slow, if anything.

Not that it'll make me any less choosy about the jobs I take. Only the best, always, and if that means the poolhall stays on the small side, so be it.

I'm going to say this happens after our Vongola-Goss log

[hurricanebomber]

I'm pissed as I enter the bar, and I'm not even trying to hide it. Someone tried to kill my boss, and while I suspect that there was no reason at all, I need to ascertain that through my own efforts. I'm here because I want answers, and I'm fairly sure that if anyone can get them for me, Droog can.

Unfortunately it's not as easy as walking up and asking him. Nothing's ever that easy. But I'm prepared.

[pricesandvaules]

The great thing about this job is I never have to go looking for trouble. It always comes to me. The kid looks like he's out for blood, and better still, he knows what he's getting himself into. Refreshing, in a young punk.

Did I hear my name?

[hurricanebomber]

"Not yet, you didn't."

A punk, huh? Not like I haven't heard that one a million times. I head over to where he is, hands in my pockets, cigarette in my mouth.

"But I've got some questions."

[pricesandvaules]

I wonder if maybe the kid's heard it a million times because it's true.

Grab a cue. Let's talk.