Bar Hopping

Nicholas

Dressed as they were, no one would mistake them other than what they represented. Two outside, sprawled on the dirt, hair a mess, shirts, and pants had seen better days, caps lowered on their faces, people's lips curled in disgust from the smell, making a beeline to avoid being close from their drunken form. Not one noticed their sharp gazes, one bright blue, the other forest green, observing, taking notes of the comings and goings of the shady bar's patrons.

The place where he was supposed to meet an informant was not the usual drinking establishment he frequented. Here, the unsavory converged with the corrupt. The women prowling, mostly sex workers infected with STDs. Some would try to sell their children with just a packet of cocaine. The buyers were the targets for the night.

The club wanted to know wh