He lived a few blocks from where he did his business. There was nothing he enjoyed more than a night walk home while he smoked a cigar or two after a hard day, just to get his mind off of things. Heâ€™s been a rather heavy smoker for years and it was taking its toll; he had a bad cough and looked almost as bad as some of the addicts in the area. Then again, even if he wasnâ€™t such a heavy smoker, growing up in these parts it was almost a given. This place was nowhere close to the London those proper rich folk call a â€˜homeâ€™. No, this place was much darker, cruel, dog-eat-dog, exciting, but that was exactly why he liked it. There was freedom and he didnâ€™t have to be forced to live how other people told him. He may have dressed like he had money â€“which he did- but he could care less about being prim and proper. In this part of the city, hardly any rich folk wandered around unless they were looking for a fixâ€¦<br/><br/>Like that young man. What was his name again? Philip, Jeremy recalls the young man said. Why he cared about his name, he wasnâ€™t sure, but he knew the young man was one of those rich folk alright; it almost surprised him when he found he had no money on him. Didnâ€™t rich people always have money on them? Well, maybe not filthy rich but middle class at least. Someone whose family made more money that he would ever make in his entire life time. Perhaps he should check on the young man, seeing as he has not done so since this morning. He wondered if he had slacked off or tried to run away. Many of the temporary workers he has hired have tried to elude him in the past so wondered if this young man would do the same.<br/><br/>When he finished his cigar, Jeremy threw it on the sidewalk and stomped on it. Though he was tired he would check up on the boy before heading home for the night, he decided.<br/><br/>When he entered the pub â€“probably one of the most rundown in this end of town, but it was where he spent a lot of his time. He was just as much of a drinker as he was a smoker at times- all activity was silenced. His very presence was often unwanted, but he didnâ€™t care; he was use to it. â€œThe usual,â€ he told the bartender, who nodded and hastily tended to his request. He reached into his pocket and threw some money across the bar and then waved the bartender away when he brought him his drink.<br/><br/>â€œSomeone came in here askinâ€™ â€˜bout your new boy.â€ A deep voice next to him said. â€œFew minutes ago, actually. She was a fine-looking woman, too. I know I wanted a piece of her.â€ The man, known around here as One Eye Roger since he was blind in one eye, let out a hardy laugh as he sat closer to him. It was not surprising to find him here at this time of night. He was a rather disgusting man who had no respect for women what so ever, a heavy drinker so he was pretty much a frequent customer in many pubs â€“even been kicked out of a few and pretty much jobless for the most part. The scum of the Earth, old One Eye Roger was. He was drunk this evening it seems, and that did not surprise Jeremy in the slightest.<br/><br/>â€œReally?â€<br/><br/>One Eye Roger cut him off â€œYouâ€™d better get back there and check on â€˜im â€˜less you want to provide a whole family with drugs. Or better yet,â€ Roger leaned in closer to him, spoke in a whisper, â€œyou could get a piece of her and tell me how it was.â€<br/><br/>â€œI have a wife, you know,â€ Jeremy retorted. â€œAnd I donâ€™t need the likes of you telling me how to do my job.â€ He didnâ€™t have much interest in conversing; too much time spent with someone like One Eye Roger could give even the most tolerant of people a bleeding headache.<br/><br/>â€œA wife? Oh yeah, Iâ€™d forgotten about her. You mean to say youâ€™ve got some sense of morals left in you? This isnâ€™t the Jeremy I know. Come on now tell me what youâ€™ve done with â€˜im!â€<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t even finish his whiskey, leaving the glass half empty. It was a pointless to even try to have a conversation with Roger, and had he expected the man to be there he would not have stopped in for a drink, but the reason Jeremy left so hastily was because the man was known to have loose lips and surely this would get around and that would not make him look good. Not to mention he was already going to check up on the boy to begin with. He couldnâ€™t have his workers slack off for some woman. He didnâ€™t own any horses of his own but this was the only idea he could come up with in such a short amount of time, and he was sure that the boy didnâ€™t have a clue what he was doing and had to do a bit of learning. Surely those middle class and rich folk had other people do their dirty work. He would know, has had to work for some of those pompous brats in the past, before he found his way into his current occupation.<br/><br/>Seeing things the other way around was a good feeling.<br/><br/>During this time of night the stables were quiet save for a few workers. Everyone in that place knew his face if not his name; most of them didnâ€™t like him either. A lot of the night workers who, who have been there the longest, have not yet gone home for the night cast him awkward glances.<br/><br/>â€œOh, so you didnâ€™t fall asleep on me,â€ Jeremy, as silent as his entrance had been, spoke out when he found who he was looking for. â€œIâ€™ve brought a little something for you, you know, for your hard work these past two days. But I see youâ€™ve got some company tonight.â€