Post by vance on Dec 12, 2022 18:48:25 GMT -5
Vance Holiday was walking down the street in Chicago with his now torn to shreds jacket slung over his back and he honestly wondered why he was still carrying it. He looked at a trash can on the side of the street and finally decided to toss it before loosening his tie. Well, at least it would be covered by the OGA, though it was still ruined and it meant he had to order another. Fortunately, thanks to a bit of information from another member of the oga, Vance had always ordered them in threes so he would have them for occasions like this.
Vance's hand ran up his head and to his chin, as he looked around and found a sign for a small dive up the street. He made his way to it and someone on the other side of the road screamed about his guns, which made him turn so she could see his badge. She stopped freaking out and he walked into the dive after cracking his back. What a day... He stated as he walked into the dive. The place wasn't big, it was small, very cabin like. There was a single bartender, who had a small grill behind the bar. Vance looked around and noticed a few things.
The bar was old, and the runes inscribed on the walls, probably older. The stairs led down into an odd room that seemed just right with thirteen tables, thirteen pillars and the bar itself had a number of random patrons who all turned and stared at Vance as he walked in. Vance offered them a smirk and went to the bar. There was a dark haired chap and a young girl and a very large dog, in fact, Vance was sure the dog was bigger than he was and he gave it a look and a nod. He sat down and the bartender looked at the bartender. The man next to him in the duster got up to leave after tossing a pair of twenties on the bar top and off-handedly reccomended the steak sandwich. Vance watched him, and the young lady and the dog leave. He tilted an imaginary hat at them and looked at the barman. What the man said, steak sandwich, and a home brew I guess...
Vance's hand ran up his head and to his chin, as he looked around and found a sign for a small dive up the street. He made his way to it and someone on the other side of the road screamed about his guns, which made him turn so she could see his badge. She stopped freaking out and he walked into the dive after cracking his back. What a day... He stated as he walked into the dive. The place wasn't big, it was small, very cabin like. There was a single bartender, who had a small grill behind the bar. Vance looked around and noticed a few things.
The bar was old, and the runes inscribed on the walls, probably older. The stairs led down into an odd room that seemed just right with thirteen tables, thirteen pillars and the bar itself had a number of random patrons who all turned and stared at Vance as he walked in. Vance offered them a smirk and went to the bar. There was a dark haired chap and a young girl and a very large dog, in fact, Vance was sure the dog was bigger than he was and he gave it a look and a nod. He sat down and the bartender looked at the bartender. The man next to him in the duster got up to leave after tossing a pair of twenties on the bar top and off-handedly reccomended the steak sandwich. Vance watched him, and the young lady and the dog leave. He tilted an imaginary hat at them and looked at the barman. What the man said, steak sandwich, and a home brew I guess...
