I nod to Anubis as he stands up to leave. Making eye contact with a server, I wave him over. He approaches me, pulling out his notebook and pen.
"Alright, sir, what can I get started for you today?"
I lean forward and glance up at him.
"Could I actually have the drinks menu? I'll go ahead and start with a water for now." He nods and scribbles on his notebook.
"I'll get that drink menu for you."
I nod, turning back to scan my surroundings. Tension rolled around inside me like thunder; I should probably smoke next chance I get.
"Here you go, sir." The server holds out the drinks menu for me to take it. At first I'm silent, still trying to get out of my haze. Just before he left, I remembered to ask about payment.
"Oh, also, do you happen to take card?"
The server shook his head, slowly. "Sorry, sir, the card machine is,,, broken today. Only cash."
After a fake trip to the bathroom, I make my way back towards Jean. The familiar man still sat in the booth, with nothing but a glass of what looked like alcohol in front of him. He was nestled in the corner of the restaurant. The tables around him were oddly empty, despite a family waiting at the door for seats.
Jean notices me as I sit down. He comments on the broken card machine. "No matter, we have plenty of cash. I think you chose the right place, Dan," I exclaim. "The food just smells so good!" I slide the drink menu towards me. There was a limited selection, and everything was less than eight pounds. On the list was a beer I didn't recognize the name of. "So, what's the plan after we finish eating? More sightseeing?"
stop fucking italicizing ur so obvious
the fucking waiter sitting there listening to anubis say "so what's the PLAN,,,,,, DANNN????": bro r u ok
anywaay
I shrug, eyeing the server who had already walked away from the table.
"I dunno, I don't think I'm really that hungry right now, you know? Maybe we should just get an appetizer and figure out what's next."
As I utter the last words, I pat my hip, as if there were a holster there. The waiter returns, notebook and pen out.
"Alright, are you two ready to get started?"
I gaze at Anubis quickly before looking up at the waiter.
"I think we'll start out slow, you know, take it easy, with some calamari."
I smiled very hungrily oh my god imk hungry ok one sec
How do you smile hungrily
I nod in agreement and give up the menu back to the waiter. He takes the menus roughly and leaves to the kitchen.
"Okay, hear me out, Danny," I begin to unwrap the silverware from its protective napkin. "There's a cool place we can head to, but it's VIP only, you know those stupid new clubs and their fancy shit. But, I know someone who can get us in," My eyes dart towards the man in the booth, quickly returning back to Jean. My face was that of a mischievous stare, as if we were really going to break into some club.
Without making myself obvious, I let my eyes glance in the direction Anubis looked, locking my gaze onto the man in the booth.
I look back at Anubis, nodding.
"Let's hope it's as fun as you make it out to be." I utter, taking one last glance at my surroundings as quickly as possible.
idk how to make an elaborate plan ok ive never done crimes before
"No way, is that him right there?" I exclaim. I jump to my feet and make my way towards the man. "Kane! My good old friend!" A suspicious smile spreads across my lips, as the man eyed me evilly.
"Who the fuck are you?" He growls, with an eyebrow raised.
I wave Jean over. "You don't remember? You were my college professor back in the good days. This is Dan. Dan, this is Kane."
He leans back in his seat, catching on. The man had a sturdy build and a stubble from his cheeks to his neck. He had quite the fierce look in his eyes, paired with dark bags and wrinkles. "Well! Sit down, boy."
I smiled, returning to a hushed voice. Jean sits down next to me. "Listen, Kane, there's somebody looking for you. They know where you're going, where you live, who you are. This someone, is not just anyone. You probably already know this, though."
Kane's right arm raises slightly. A gun, I presume. He eyes the both of us. "And what of it?"
"Is this too illegal, Jean?" I ask as he runs his eyes over the request. A higher-up wanted a hitman for someone named K-nine, an infamous money-launderer and drug-smuggler, known to help criminal immigrants into the country. He was reported to work with the mob, but it was unclear in the description. "Or maybe too out there?"
Jean shrugged. "Maybe, yeah… Let's keep looking…"
In a flash of spontaneity, I stand up at Anubis's cue and sit next to him. As Anubis starts speaking, I connect the dots and nod seriously.
"I'd suggest you take this guy seriously, he's not one to fuck around."
I utter, hoping to assist Anubis in driving home his ploy. I was never really the best at charismatic jobs or jobs that require convincing people of bullshit, but I guess I couldn't back out of this now.
