<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/atthecooltable.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/148259_2301.jpg?fit=1600%2C1067&amp;ssl=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15718031#msg15718031)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Union suit (https://canary.contestimg.wish.com/api/webimage/5dd10e65f7921e338e3ce3e2-3-large.jpg)<br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1<sup>st</sup>| Approximately 1AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Out in the night making ends meet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alice<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Alexander and Ms. Lindell had come to an arrangement and he was not nearly against that.  He was sure whatever they had agreed to had been over drugs and…comfort.  He was never against a little southern comfort and he found himself in his old habits, nothing too strong as he still needed to be sharp but they often found solace in the touch of one another, save for those occasional days she took it upon herself to make sure he didn’t turn his head, which meant that whoever he was turning his head for…was with them close by, even he had to say those were very welcomed nights and he made it a point to say… ‘Thank you’, in a number of ways.<br/><br/><<Night cap, you are asking like that is a real question rather than simply telling me where to meet you instead. Yes, I can be at that location in 10….Make that 15 mins.  Ok ½ hr it is>><br/><br/>He said as he heard sirens right then,<em>‘he still needed to stay a chop ahead of the hitmen.‘</em>He did a double turn and took off in a different direction over a bridge and back into the city, he always used his bike as it was easier.  Even when they called out the bike group of their own he was already hidden. He swapped out his bike, for the car having made an easy switch, and was now headed to the Riptide.<br/><br/>He pulled on his jacket as if he had been wearing it the whole time, tweed, blue shirt, khaki pants, and brown shoes and he walked in not looking like he had just made a deal for a quarter-million dollars.  He moved to the bar.  “Screwdriver…’eavy on da screw.”  He said thinking he needed to practice more on making his accent go away.