Thread: No Turning Back (Alvis Alendran&SHARPii)

Harrison found a place to park his car, glad that he had paid the exorbitant insurance rates to make sure it was properly cared or. He stepped out, and made his way towareds the bar. It was packed enough that they were turning people away, he stepped to the entrance when a man reached to stop him. Harrison fixed him with a glare that froze the hand before it touched. Sorry sir, we're full up right now. He said, his voice a touch less confident than it had been with the last man. Do not touch me. Do not think to touch me. And get out of my way. Now. The words were not loud, and they did not sound like they were full of bluster. They were cold, low, threatening, filled with the promise of swift and sudden retribution. The man slowly withdrew his hand, not questioning for a moment that this man in a full suit was capable of making good on his warnings. Enjoy your time here? The man siad, not sure if he should be speaking at all. harrison cocked an eyebrow, that look only getting more severe. Sir? Better. Harrison nodded, adn pushed the door open walking inside. By all the gods and their mothers, what am I doing here? he wondered to himself. You are here to ensure the mental stability of Esther Martin. Your employee. Who found the body of her friend who was brutally murdered. Do not lose sight of this. The more calm, rational part of himself assured him. He moved to a table, and waited patiently for a waitress. She appeared frazzled, overworked to teh extreme. He could sympathize with that. What'll it be? She asked him, not bothering with banal introductions. She didn't care who he was, and was sure he didn't care who she was. In w ay it was refeshing for Harrison to not have to play along with a social protocol that he'd not seen the point in. A scotch. Glen Livit. As old as you possess. And quickly. He said calmly. She hesitated at the last. He reached into his jacket, adn withdrew a billfold, one that had to contain at least a thousand dollars. He peeled off a fifity. To ease your burden, simply bring me five. It will see me through some time. And whatever is left is your miss. She grinned at him, and took the money, heading out to fill the order. Harrison was annoyed that it had taken him as long as it did to get in here. Parking a car like his was no easy in the best of cricumstances, and as busy as this place was, that complicated things enormously. He'd only had his first drink before he realized that it had been close to an hour since Esther had come inside. He tracked his eyes along the bar, before finally catching a glimpse of her knocking back a shot. He hardly blamed her. If she wasn't likely getting it for free due to her status here, he'd have sinply dropped money on the bar and told her to drink to her hearts content. She seemed to get on well with the male bartender, which was interesting. Though now that he contenplated it, it all made sense in a very simple, fundamental way. It was Bree Larkin all over again. It did seem that Esther was getting the lions share of tips and attention, and he did not blame the crowd. Were he one of the common rabble that swarmed here, he too would likely try and ply her attention by purchasing more adn more of her products, trying to impress her with his expenditure. It was a rather deplorable way to look at things really, almost as much as it seemed that it genuinely worked on some women. It was very nearly prostitution as he saw it, albeit a legal form of it. Still, he had the thought that Esther would at least have enough dignity to hold herself above such a thing. He did finally catch her eye, and raised a glass to her to make sure she knew he'd seen her.