Charity smiled as she talked to her customer. She wore a thigh length, purple sundress that hugged her curves and her blood red hair was up in a braided twist.<br/><br/>"Charity dear, you can't be serious," the woman in front of her stated.<br/><br/>Charity laughed, "Of course I'm serious. I've been looking for that necklace for two weeks. Some little punk was brought in earlier by his mother. She stated that she couldn't believe her son would do such a thing and forced him to give it back.When I asked him why he took it, he blushed and mumbled something about a girl."<br/><br/>The woman laughed, "So you just gave the kid a twenty five dollar necklace?"<br/><br/>Charity shrugged, "Yeah. More or less. But he has to come in this weekend to work for it."<br/><br/>The woman laughed more and shook her head, "You're a wonder. Charity... are you attending the wake tomorrow?"<br/><br/>Charity sighs and looks away, "Mister Taylors? I was thinking about it. He helped me greatly with getting some of my supplies. I feel I owe him."<br/><br/>The woman nods, "I understand. Well it is getting late love. I best be off. Be careful locking up. Closing at midnight. You work too much." Charity smiled and watched the woman leave her shop, listening to the small bell jingle.<br/><br/><br/>'Its crowded. Again...' Arya's purple eyes scanned the crowd from behind the bar. Her black hair was in a high ponytail, swishing behind her as she flirted with those she was making drinks for. She wore a forest green tank top with a black mini skirt, showing off her toned stomach. Silver belts adorned her hip and jingled along with the loud dance music. Her were covered in knee high black boots with black fishnets covering the rest of her legs. She finished the drink was currently making, an Irish Man, and smiled at the older gentleman in front of her.<br/><br/>"So tell me handsome... what's the news?" She asked the man over the bar.<br/><br/>The man huffed, "Murder. So much death in the city lately."<br/><br/>Arya frowned, "Murder. Death ain't no fun."<br/><br/>The man in front of her snorts, "No kidding."<br/><br/>She studies the man for a second before slowly smirking, "Does it bother you? All the death?"<br/><br/>The man sighs, "I'm a cop. I know death. But to see the families suffer... it causes me pain. So much damn pain."<br/><br/>Her smirk grew more, "Pain shows your alive." 'And gives me great pleasure,' she thought to herself as her eyes gave a soft glow that could be a trick of the clubs lights. The man nods before getting up and walking off. Arya watched him go and smiled, picking up the five bucks he left for her and tucking it into her bra.<br/><br/><br/>It was all starting to run together, the words on the paper. Brayden sat back in his chair, letting his head lean back. He reached up and combed his fingers through his orange hair, his thumb running across the buzzed side. He closed his green eyes with a sigh.<br/><br/>"What do I do? All of my leads have led nowhere. There has to something I'm missing. What the fuck did this guy do?" His Irish accent became think towards the end of his questioning and he sighed again. "Fuck. I need a new perspective. I'll go to the wake tomorrow. See if anyone knows anything. Check them out. Heart attack... I don't believe it. Not for one second. Shit has been going down in this muthur fucking city fur far too long."<br/><br/>Brayden growled to himself, "Fuck me. I'm starting to sound like that old man and his conspiracy theories." Brayden sat up again and started putting the papers in a file to look at later, when he wasn't dead on his feet (so to speak). He finished and put the file in a locked drawer before standing. He straightened his black button up shirt and red tie. He brushed off his khakis before grabbing a plain black coat and leaving his office, locking the door behind him.