Plagued night
Joena's dress shoes scraped against the black and white marble floor as he made is way through the large double doors that lead into the hotel Carlsure. Walking with a sense of importance in his steps he turned the corner to the hotel bar but then he came to a dead stop.
"Lindsay, I hadn't expected to see you here," Joena spoken in a tone of clear surprise.
"It's nice to see you as well Joe," she said as a smile grew across her face.
Lindsay's dress was one that you would expect on a house wife, which makes it even weirder to see this black and red poke-a-doted slice a average on a girl like her, Don't get me wrong Lindsay can be lady like but she could also buy and sell you with out another thought put into it.
"Well, you look nice today." He chocked out while trying to laugh. "What brings you out tonight?"
"Funny enough I came here looking for you Hun," she softly responded
"Well I am flattered, so what's the word doll?" he asked
"Look Turner, I need a favor and it's the kinda thing that you are best at…" she trailed off upon seeing her brother Daemon come around the corner.
"Sister, what brings you to a place like this?" he said in the way you would expect a tough guy to talk but from him it seems forced, to be fair most things about him are that way everything from the way he talk to the leather jacket that was three sizes too big that he wore.
"She was just about to ask me a favor." Joena said with a grin.
"oh," Daemon said glaring at Lindsay now.
"yeah," she spoke quickly, " Turner if you could come by my place later, I would appreciate it."
"Don't wanna tell me…" Daemon shot at her.
"No I just need my sink fixed and I was wondering if Joe would do it for me." Her eyes lit up a little and to anyone that knew her this was her tell.
"Yeah, I'm sure, well marry home maker why do you run home to bake some cookies and leave the men here to talk about important stuff!"
Lindsay's face turned from calm to angry in point three seconds, this is preceded by a blur of motion a loud sound and Lindsay walking away leaving only the palm print on Daemons face to remember this exchange by.
Daemon looked shocked and confused and then he just laughed and said "let go get some drink uh?" I think what it is, is that he is afraid of his sister. He doesn't have a reason to be afraid I mean sure he is like five foot six and a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, but this is the guy running the numbers and dames racket over this whole city state. Daemon threw his arm over Joena's shoulder and they walked into the poorly lit bar.
This room is a reminder of better times, soft lighting traces the room and a stage sits empty as if all the jazz and swingers had all died and let this elevated wooden platform as their only reminder. Just one year ago it would have been filled with whiskey and a hundred people dancin and caring on, but now Joena and Daemon entering the room has double the numbers in the room.
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