The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Andrew Walsh]

Andrew walked in to the bar, smoke was circling the air from the cigarette he had just lit, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette and exhaling, smelling a hint of spilled alcohol coursing from the bars floor.

"Ah there's no place like home"

Andrew grins and proceeds to walk over to the bar's counter from the entrance.

Shortly after taking his fifth step towards the bar, a man stumbles behind him and fall's into a stool, Andrew shouts.

"Someone get that man another drink"

Andrew noticing yet another drunken person mumbling to himself as if he was speaking to someone, Andrew once again shouting.

"And he deserves another drink"

Andrew approaches the bar to find the bartender isn't there.

"Well, this isn't right now is it?"

Andrew asking as if he would get a reply, none was given.

"All this alcohol and no one to serve me such a luxury"

Andrew then notices a shadowy figure sat one seat away from him, a man succumbed with the heavy smell of alcohol, Andrew notices the empty whiskey glasses in front of him.

"Well that won't do will it"

Andrew notices yet another man sat two seats away from him holding half a glass of Double Rum, Andrew walks over to the man.

"Don't mind if I do"

Andrew says whilst grinning before swiping the drink out of the mans hand.

The man looks at Andrew whilst Andrew guzzles down his Double Rum, Andrew notices the man watching him, Andrew shouts.

"What? Have I got something on my face? Why are you looking at me?"

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