Twitchy

Chapter 3

The night club was the last place he'd expected to be that night. The tip Shroomie had given him was an odd one, to say the least.
    "He's a regular down at the Deez Nights night club. Always sits at the last bar stool, closest to the bartender, but never talks to 'em. He's got more info than meets the eye."
    "Hey there. Pear, is it?" Fox said slyly, sitting down next to him at the bar.
    "Who's asking?" the man, Pear, presumably, huffed. "You a cop?"
    Fox laughed good-naturedly, trying to get his guard down. "If I was I'd be a pretty bad one. I've been on the wrong side of the law most of my life, and I'm not about to hop over now."
    Pear eyed him apprehensively and took a sip of his drink. "You seem like a good enough guy to me. What can I do ya for?"
    "I'm looking for info on a certain character, I was told you might know him. Goes by Mr. Yeeeta."
    Pear set down his drink suddenly. "Look buddy, if ya want his services ya gotta contact him directly, I'm no message boy."
    Fox put his hands up defensively, waving over the bartender. "No, no, not at all. I have a friend who needs to meet with him directly, but I've got no way of contacting him. Think you can help me out?"
    Kat wiped the bar down around the droplets that had flown from Pear's glass, swiping them up with ease. "What can I get ya?"
    "One more of whatever this guy's having, on me." Fox patted Pear's shoulder.
    Pear looked at him the way one would look at a suspicious wet spot on a toilet seat. Concerned, annoyed, and slightly afraid. "Who do you work for? You better not be bugged!"
    Fox smiled a wide, fake grin. "Oh man, don't be so serious buddy, I just wanna get you a drink! Thought it might help my case."
    "You thought wrong. I can't help you, now get out of my bar." Pear grunted and gestured towards the door with his thumb, all the while never looking away from his drink.
    Fox dropped the smile and leaned in closer to Pear. "Listen, I tried to be nice about this. I need to know where to find Mr. Yeeeta, and you're gonna help me do it."
    "Yeah, or what? You ain't got dirt on me, nobody does."
    "Oh, but I do… and if you don't want me shouting it out to the whole bar, you'll tell me what I need to know."
    Pear shifted in his chair, unsure if his claims were true or not. "Fine, I can get you to a guy that'll help ya further, but you better keep your mouth closed about this whole.. exchange, got it?"
    Fox agreed. He could already tell it was going to be a long night.