It was a late Tuesday evening in downtown Alleria. Through a shallow alley way one would find a lone door, the windows complimenting its sides tinted a dark maroon that were near impossible to see through. Above the door way hung a battered, weather worn sign with a singular red rose painted on either side. If one were to open the door way and step inside you would find yourself greeted by the heavy smell of tabco and dimly lit lights in a hue matching that of the windows. A dark haired women stood on the stage on the far end of the bar singing softly accompanied by a band playing soothing music which only complimented her voice.
In a corner booth sat a dark brunette, curly haired man. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing forearms decorated in an array of scars, it was Zachary Windsor, a well known crime boss with an ugly reputation. He was known to be at the Red Rose every Tuesday and Thursday night, sometimes for pleasure, other times business but mostly both. Tonight however was almost definitely business, or the promise of it.
Relaxing against the red velvet cushioning against the booth, a sly grin complimented his face as he twirled a whiskey glass and chatted up one of the ladies who tended the tables. What was her name again? Bella? Emilia? Tiana? He did not know and didn't particularly care. Flirting with the bimbo and listening to the tune that filtered through the lounge, he waited patiently for his possible future investment.
In a corner booth sat a dark brunette, curly haired man. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing forearms decorated in an array of scars, it was Zachary Windsor, a well known crime boss with an ugly reputation. He was known to be at the Red Rose every Tuesday and Thursday night, sometimes for pleasure, other times business but mostly both. Tonight however was almost definitely business, or the promise of it.
Relaxing against the red velvet cushioning against the booth, a sly grin complimented his face as he twirled a whiskey glass and chatted up one of the ladies who tended the tables. What was her name again? Bella? Emilia? Tiana? He did not know and didn't particularly care. Flirting with the bimbo and listening to the tune that filtered through the lounge, he waited patiently for his possible future investment.
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