<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday, 1 April 2050, 0100<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Almost Home Sweet Home<br/><hr/>The entire time Poppy kept talking about a place of worship and making other strange comments. He didn’t quite understand until she grasped his hand in hers and called him a priest.<em>Her hands were small.</em>Brett’s brows rose. “I’m not a priest. I’m a bartender.”<br/><br/>Taking his hand back, Brett ordered, “Just wait here. I’ll be back in a second.”<br/><br/>He wasn’t so foolish to enter through the front. He walked around to the back of the bar and entered through the kitchen. He didn’t see Mr. Dapper and figured he was at the counter. He approached the door to the main room and gingerly placed his hand flatly against it. He eased it open to allow a slither of space for him to peek through. The Hounds were at the bar, boisterously retelling the tale about the giant snake in the metro. There weren’t too many patrons hanging around—not any who wanted to hear thugs talk. Mr. Dapper was listening when Brett whispered, “Psst!”<br/><br/>Mr. Dapper turned his head briefly toward the sound before he decided to step away from the counter while the bikers were drinking and talking. He entered the back kitchen and sighed in relief. “I thought they had beaten you up and left you dead in an alley somewhere. I swear I would have went looking for you once I closed this place up.”<br/><br/>“The girl got away. But besides that, I want to head out,” Brett said.<br/><br/>Mr. Dapper arched a curious brow. “Are you all right?”<br/><br/>“Yeah, I’m just exhausted.”<br/><br/>Mr. Dapper nodded. “All right. I’ll wrap things up here.”<br/><br/>“Those Hounds aren’t gonna be a problem are they?”<br/><br/>“And if they are, I’ll just call the cops. Don’t worry about it. Go get some rest, Hero.”<br/><br/>Brett made a face at Mr. Dapper for the teasing remark before he turned and headed for the back door. “Whatever. See ya.”<br/><br/>“It might be best you leave now while the Hounds are still here anyway.”<br/><br/>“Yeah, no kidding.”