Post by The White Fandango on Aug 9, 2007 11:49:49 GMT -5
With a pop, Enrique Colombo disapperated in front of the establishment known as Joker's Bar. He made it a point to visit this place first because there was a common fact when it came to dealing with people, poors ones especially. It was like the unwritten commandment: he who controls the liquor controls the masses, And if he was able to get Joker to back Radek's operation, then not only would they begin to develop a new lane of revenue but they would be able to keep those under their protection happy. The only problem that the man who styled himself as the White Fandango saw was the students from the school.
They were an incrediably nosy bunch, even for children, and seemed to show up whenever things weren't in the right place. Well this time Enrique had come prepared for such an outcome: he made sure that he showed up an hour before the store closed, and the school already would've been closed for the night. Straightening his suit and tipping his fedora to look like a swinging business man, Enrique put on his winning smile before entering the Bar.
"Buenas noches amigos! Como estan?" said Enrique as he strode into the bar with his hand in the high 5 position. Every Spaniard who he walked by grinned and promptly returned the high 5 as the man in the white suit walked over to the bar: the sounds of jingling galleons faintly evident. "Donde esta este hombre? Hola? Hello Sir?" called the Colombian over the counter in the direction of the backroom, "Is Senor Joker in tonight? Because I've heard his drinks are the best in this neck of Espana and I really hoped for having a go at one before I moved on."
They were an incrediably nosy bunch, even for children, and seemed to show up whenever things weren't in the right place. Well this time Enrique had come prepared for such an outcome: he made sure that he showed up an hour before the store closed, and the school already would've been closed for the night. Straightening his suit and tipping his fedora to look like a swinging business man, Enrique put on his winning smile before entering the Bar.
"Buenas noches amigos! Como estan?" said Enrique as he strode into the bar with his hand in the high 5 position. Every Spaniard who he walked by grinned and promptly returned the high 5 as the man in the white suit walked over to the bar: the sounds of jingling galleons faintly evident. "Donde esta este hombre? Hola? Hello Sir?" called the Colombian over the counter in the direction of the backroom, "Is Senor Joker in tonight? Because I've heard his drinks are the best in this neck of Espana and I really hoped for having a go at one before I moved on."