Sebastian glared at the door at the bar, out of every bar in the whole fucking city, why did the lead have to work at one that was overflowing with rich bastards who cared about no one but themselves!
he let out an annoyed sigh and slowly made his way in, to make sure he 'fit in', he decided to dress in a casual yet slightly formal outfut; a creamy button up accompanied by slightly worn suspenders, dark grey dress pants, black dress shoes and to top it all off, a fedora as black as his hair and eyes.
Sebastian sat down at a free table located in the middle of the two corner tables, this meant that he could see the stage and the bar in a perfect angled way.
After a while a waitress came over; she was no younger than 23, had shoulder length, curly blonde hair, almond-shaped sky blue eyes, all the while she adorned a simple black dress with a apron covering the front, it was dirty from years of abuse.
Sebastian made a mental note (list) of reasons he wouldn't come here again in the near future unless forced to.
"My oh my, we don't normally get 'gentlemen' in this area, especially not one as handsome as you~", He made an annoyed scoff sound at the woman's shit flirting attempt, she made a "Hmph" sound and pulled her little notebook out, all while aggressively clicking the pen and asking: "What do you want."
She tried to keep some innocence in her voice but the annoyance could be noticed even by a child, he thought for a moment before answering with a serious look on his face, "Champagne".
The lady rolled her eyes and headed over to the bar area to retrieve a glass of champagne.
Sebastian pulled out a notebook of his own, it was so worn that the leather itself had started to flake off almost completely; pages stuck out of it slightly along with an array of yellow and pink sticky notes.
He took out a pen and started noting down everything he noticed in the place; from the way the room was lit up to the architecture all the way to the people inside, though his writing frenzy came to a holt when the lights dimmed.
He looked around confused, soon his wandering gaze landed at the now lit up stage, music filled his ears, but he only had one thought on his mind.
'make my way in and question the lead.'
and when better to do it than during the small show?
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Love and Murder
RomanceA young detective is given the task of solving a series of murder cases, Only one issue....There is only one known Suspect. Will the lead prove to be useful? Or is he hiding something from the detective? Only one way to know. -------------- Story by...
