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Post by Monday on Feb 4, 2012 23:08:58 GMT -5
There weren't too many places in Brooklyn where Monday could go to relax -- at least, relax as much as Monday was able to. Sharkey's, however, was one of them. He could settle into one of the couches and have a drink, watch the games and have a smoke, and nobody would kick him out.
It was lonely, though, being here in Brooklyn. Queens wasn't really much better; everyone there was scared of him, and even the boys who worked for Priest kept a careful distance. They thought he was dangerous.
Sometimes he regretted his job. Most days, he could handle it -- could take money from a little old lady and feel not the slightest twinge of guilt. And then others... well, today was one of those days.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 5, 2012 10:58:29 GMT -5
Tristan had not been to Sharkey's since last year. He always came to Sharkey's on the anniversary of his sister's death. It had turned into a ritual. Here he could be in peace, drift away into an opium filled oblivion or drink himself to the point of passing out without being under Violet's gaze.
He sat at the bar, nursing his third drink, a whiskey straight when he noticed Monday. He looked at him once, and then turned his head away. He didn't like the look of him.
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Post by Monday on Feb 5, 2012 12:19:34 GMT -5
Monday caught Tristan's quick glance and frowned -- maybe Sharkey's needed to be removed from the list of places he could go and not be bothered. Well, he was here now anyway, so he might as well enjoy it.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 5, 2012 12:41:12 GMT -5
"ain't ever seen you here before," Tristan said to him casually.
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Post by Monday on Feb 5, 2012 13:02:14 GMT -5
"New in town, you might say," Monday answered in a bland voice. He took a deep drink of his beer and frowned at Tristan. Definitely would have to find a new place.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 5, 2012 13:22:11 GMT -5
Tristan nodded and finished off his drink before turning to face him, "oh yeah? How'd ya find the place?"
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Post by Monday on Feb 5, 2012 13:52:34 GMT -5
"Somebody mentioned it was a good place to get a drink," he said, lifting an eyebrow. "Quiet."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 5, 2012 14:22:49 GMT -5
"it usually is," he sAid with a smirk.
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Post by Monday on Feb 5, 2012 14:45:33 GMT -5
Monday looked around the room -- "quiet" was kind of an understatement. The ones who weren't drinking or deep in a round of cards were too far gone in an opium dream to make much noise.
"Can't say I've seen you around here lately either," he said calmly.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 5, 2012 22:51:36 GMT -5
"ain't a place I'm usually in," he remarked casually.
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Post by Monday on Feb 6, 2012 7:47:37 GMT -5
"Don't blame you for that," he said as he sat back on the couch. This place could be depressing if you were in the wrong kind of mood.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 9:03:17 GMT -5
Tristan nodded at the bartender to get him another drink, but now he would sip it slowly. He was going to keep an eye on this Monday guy.
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Post by Monday on Feb 6, 2012 18:28:17 GMT -5
Monday could tell Tristan had his hackles up -- the guy kept eyeing him over his glass. He let out an irritated sigh and leaned back with his head on the wall behind him. So much for being inconspicuous.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 18:55:47 GMT -5
Tristan finished off his next drink. "YOu planning on sticking around here?" Here meant Brooklyn.
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Post by Monday on Feb 6, 2012 19:06:06 GMT -5
"I got work to do here," Monday told him with a frown. "When I'm done with that, I'll go back home." He lifted an eyebrow, as if to ask if he had a problem with that.
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