Con
He/Him
20
August 26
Rustboro City
Gay
Bartender
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Connor Brooks
Adrenaline Shot (S/C)
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2021 19:21:00 GMT
Connor leaned against the bar with a soft sigh as he glanced upon the gathering of patrons that were actually here for drinks instead of the casino below the floorboards, wishing that he had something more to do than serve drinks to the regulars of the establishment. Everyone had to pay their dues before advancing in the organization but that didn’t stop Connor from being impatient that he had been the gatekeeper for the illegal gambling operation with nothing more to show for it than the tips he’d brought home. Scattered attention was once again gathered as a man walked through the door, touting a bland looking suit and a cheap haircut that he was only used to seeing from one kind of person. “Evening, how can I help you, officer?” Connor offered a fake smile towards the man, pushing himself upright and sliding a hand underneath the counter. “Just got off shift, heard good things about this place and decided to come by.” The false smile persisted even as Connor wrapped his hand around the revolver that was placed under the counter just for situations like this, knowing that if any law enforcement were to attempt a search on the premises he would have to be the one to take the fall. Part of the duties, even though he’d never killed a person before in his life.
“Relax, kid.” The older man said in a gruff tone, nodding towards the underside of the counter, seemingly knowing what the bartender had planned for him. “I’m just going to order a tequila sunrise, extra ice.” Connor’s brow raised slightly at the order, not expecting this man to know the first part of the entry code. “Alright, then. Coming right up.” Removing his grip on the handgun, he slid a finger over towards the button that was positioned nearby, awaiting the second part of the entry challenge. “Hey, you got a bathroom in this place?” There it was. A part of Connor wondered exactly who or what this officer was connected with to be gaining entry to a place like this, but it wasn’t his job to question patrons. “Down the hallway, to the left.” Without another word, he pressed the switch that unlocked the electronic locks on the door, the detective pushing himself off the stool with a nod and walking off towards it. At least he didn’t have to shoot anyone and spend the rest of his life in a prison, but something about the excitement of the moment was enough to give him a second wind. Now if only someone equally as interesting would come stumbling into the bar, he’d be able to go at this all night.
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