New York City was the closest thing to home. It was much like Vegas in the fact it never slept, and there was an abundance of bars, clubs, casinos, and lounges to drink and gamble away one's hard-earned dollars.
Not that Kas had a hard time coming across money when he needed it. Someone always had work for him to do. Packages in need of delivering with no questions asked, and people in need of a driver who could take them wherever they wanted to go no matter how dangerous the possibilities.
Tonight Kas decided to take some time to relax. So much was going on, he could feel the tension welling up inwardly. He just needed time to decide where he stood.
It wasn't difficult getting into the club, despite being under-age. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and his fake ID was foolproof. The bouncer didn't even look twice at him.
The darkly-colored interior of the small club was mostly populated by locals in the off-season, thus Kelly sat alone at one end of the bar, content to do as George Thorogood sang of and drink alone. A half-empty whisky sour sat before him, a few inches from the chunky rectangular touchscreen phone he gazed vacantly into. His senses were still alert of his surroundings; but for all intents and purposes, Kas was minding his own business.
Not that Kas had a hard time coming across money when he needed it. Someone always had work for him to do. Packages in need of delivering with no questions asked, and people in need of a driver who could take them wherever they wanted to go no matter how dangerous the possibilities.
Tonight Kas decided to take some time to relax. So much was going on, he could feel the tension welling up inwardly. He just needed time to decide where he stood.
It wasn't difficult getting into the club, despite being under-age. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and his fake ID was foolproof. The bouncer didn't even look twice at him.
The darkly-colored interior of the small club was mostly populated by locals in the off-season, thus Kelly sat alone at one end of the bar, content to do as George Thorogood sang of and drink alone. A half-empty whisky sour sat before him, a few inches from the chunky rectangular touchscreen phone he gazed vacantly into. His senses were still alert of his surroundings; but for all intents and purposes, Kas was minding his own business.