Jason never thought he would have to enter a place like Alibi but here he was, knocking on the old doors, shivering under the hooded overcoat and mumbling under his breath to himself.
It has been a long night for Jason, he was just another high school kid when he had left his home at 7 in the evening and yet here he is a most wanted by police and underworld both at 1 in the night.
Jason had left his home all excited to try marijuana for the first time with his school buddy Matt, it was all normal and boring until they were ambushed by police while buying weed and the seller dead in crossfire. They were able to escape but there problems seemed to only increase after they ran away with all the stock of seller and found a hundred grand in the bag.
They didn’t know the money was for an assassin who has just got rid of the detective who was going hard on drug trade in the area. The police was on their back thinking they are the assassin and gang was on their back for the stolen money thinking they are with the police.
There decision to hide at Matt’s home didn’t work when Matt was killed by the gang waiting there and Jason had to run for his life leaving the bag there only to be trailed by police shortly afterwards.
Jason though only way to get out of this situation was to dive even deeper and get an alibi for both police and gang through the alibi.
The bar was a perfect square with low ceilings, dim lights and wooden walls and ceilings. On entering, the right side beside was taken by the reception counter having a big moth eaten table occupied by Bella, a woman in her late thirties with fuzzy hair, a half broken upper teeth, wearing loose black dress like the English women wore during colonial times. The wall behind her houses a wooden cabinet without doors that housed all kinds of unbranded liquor and a few barrels beside it.
There were round tables for four, densely packed in whole of the remaining part of the bar, filled with people of all kind, from expensive suit wearing businessmen to people in old, dusty, and torn misfitting clothes like homeless men.
The beauty of the bar was that they didn’t take money from customers, if you want a favour, in return you awe them one, favours was their currency. Donations from the rich clients kept them running for supply of liquor and snacks.
When Jason narrated his ordeal, he was sent to an empty table number 6 where he was joined by a rugged looking man, short and wide in stature with overgrown beard, trimmed hair and scars all over his right side of face, commonly knows as Baddy.
‘Forget about the gang, take it as a free favour from me but you got to do something for me to get rid of police’ said Baddy while he poured whiskey for Jason
‘Well that’s very nice of you Mr…’
‘Baddy they call me but you can call me Bradley’
‘But Mr Bradley, the gang guys want me dead, they already killed my friend’
‘They won’t bother you anymore because I have already got my payment of 100 grand’
‘And Police?’
‘I will get records made for you in backdate that you were in juvenile correctional facility for stealing a car at the time of incident but in return for a favour’
‘And what that favour might can be?’
‘Since you already have an alibi, you can very well use it to get rid of the head of the gang who fucking gave me blood stained currency’
puntersays t1_j5inzwv wrote
Reply to [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr
Jason never thought he would have to enter a place like Alibi but here he was, knocking on the old doors, shivering under the hooded overcoat and mumbling under his breath to himself.
It has been a long night for Jason, he was just another high school kid when he had left his home at 7 in the evening and yet here he is a most wanted by police and underworld both at 1 in the night.
Jason had left his home all excited to try marijuana for the first time with his school buddy Matt, it was all normal and boring until they were ambushed by police while buying weed and the seller dead in crossfire. They were able to escape but there problems seemed to only increase after they ran away with all the stock of seller and found a hundred grand in the bag.
They didn’t know the money was for an assassin who has just got rid of the detective who was going hard on drug trade in the area. The police was on their back thinking they are the assassin and gang was on their back for the stolen money thinking they are with the police.
There decision to hide at Matt’s home didn’t work when Matt was killed by the gang waiting there and Jason had to run for his life leaving the bag there only to be trailed by police shortly afterwards.
Jason though only way to get out of this situation was to dive even deeper and get an alibi for both police and gang through the alibi.
The bar was a perfect square with low ceilings, dim lights and wooden walls and ceilings. On entering, the right side beside was taken by the reception counter having a big moth eaten table occupied by Bella, a woman in her late thirties with fuzzy hair, a half broken upper teeth, wearing loose black dress like the English women wore during colonial times. The wall behind her houses a wooden cabinet without doors that housed all kinds of unbranded liquor and a few barrels beside it.
There were round tables for four, densely packed in whole of the remaining part of the bar, filled with people of all kind, from expensive suit wearing businessmen to people in old, dusty, and torn misfitting clothes like homeless men.
The beauty of the bar was that they didn’t take money from customers, if you want a favour, in return you awe them one, favours was their currency. Donations from the rich clients kept them running for supply of liquor and snacks.
When Jason narrated his ordeal, he was sent to an empty table number 6 where he was joined by a rugged looking man, short and wide in stature with overgrown beard, trimmed hair and scars all over his right side of face, commonly knows as Baddy.
‘Forget about the gang, take it as a free favour from me but you got to do something for me to get rid of police’ said Baddy while he poured whiskey for Jason
‘Well that’s very nice of you Mr…’
‘Baddy they call me but you can call me Bradley’
‘But Mr Bradley, the gang guys want me dead, they already killed my friend’
‘They won’t bother you anymore because I have already got my payment of 100 grand’
‘And Police?’
‘I will get records made for you in backdate that you were in juvenile correctional facility for stealing a car at the time of incident but in return for a favour’
‘And what that favour might can be?’
‘Since you already have an alibi, you can very well use it to get rid of the head of the gang who fucking gave me blood stained currency’