Drew had been in this business too long to spot people like this. These weren’t night club patrons, but here for something else.
It was a nice night club and most wore dress shirts and slacks but these guys were in full suits and they didn’t appearcheap looking but tailored. They were about eh same height, about six-foot. One had a buzz cut and the other was completely bald.
The bald one ordered a drink. His hand reached out and Drew caught sight of a think black band. This guy was his ticket in.
Drew took another sip of his scotch while he leaned back causally against the bar, appearing to be looking out at the crowd. His ears strained to hear the conversation next to him.
“We need to get upstairs, its about to go down.” The buzz cut one said.
Drew had a feeling what it was. The buy.
“In just a minute, I’m waiting on my drink.”
“We’re going to be dead men if we don’t get there before it happens.”
“Relax, they’re already bringing my drink.” The bald one said unphased.
“You dumb shit,” The mass hissed. “If we miss the buy we will be killed.”
The buy. That was all the confirmation that Drew needed.
Drew tossed back the rest of his drink took a step before stumbling back into the bald guy causing him to spill his drink.
“What the fuck man.” The bald man snapped.
Drew rolled his shoulders forward and stooped to make himself look smaller and harmless. At six-foot-six that wasn’t an easy feat. He made sure to lean to one side, practically using the bar to support him.
“Shoory,” He slurred, sounding like he’d had too much to drink. “Wasn loogin where I washe goin.”
The guy looked at him disgusted. “Fucking drunk. This is going to stain.” The bald guy used his drink napkin to wipe off his jacket.
“Le me help,” Drew used his hand but the man batted his hands away as if afraid Drew could give him cooties.
“You’ve done enough.” The man growled and started stomping off.”
“Where are you going?” His partner shouted.
“To the bathroom to clean up.”
“But we have…” He looked at Drew realizing they weren’t alone. “We have somewhere to be.”
“You go on ahead. It won’t take both of us.”
The buzz cut guy didn’t look happy but stomped off heading for the upstairs. Now was Drew’s chance. He followed the bald guy to the bathroom. The music was muted back here. His ear drums were thanking him for the reprieve. His gaze scanned the spacious bathroom. Luckily, they were the only two in there.
The guy was near the door using a wet paper towel to wipe off his shirt. He glared over at him when he heard the door open. “What do you want?”
Drew stumbled forward. He needed to get close to the guy.
He eyed Drew suspiciously when he kept coming forward. The guy turned to face him fully and tried to puff himself up. “Leave while you still can pal.”
Drew held his hands up in surrender unfurling himself to his full height. “I came to apologize.”
“Oh yeah, for what?” The guy taunted.
“For this.” Drew brought his fist up and clipped the guy in the jaw. The guy fell like a sack of grain.
He dragged the guy to the farthest stall and set him on the toilet. ‘Let’s see who you are.” He patted down the guys pockets, not shocked to find a gun. He was shocked to find zip ties and duct tape.
