Its four in the morning. The sea breeze is flowing through the noisy city streets of Stampton. No one seemed to sleep in this bustling east coast city. The only thing louder than the endless sound of a city alive is the glowing, piercing neon. Jerry’s was a pretty good place to meet up. The Jerry Cakes are to die for. The hash browns are a damn fine runner up. The steak is, well, its okay. They don’t serve alcohol, so if you need that kind of pick me up you’d better bring a flask. The boys started out the front door after leaving a mess of plates and empty coffee cups behind. They dressed to impress anyone they ever met. Custom jackets, greased back hair and freshly shined shoes. Real handsome devils. No one in the early breakfast rush, at least the ones who gave a damn, could ever find out what it was they did. Typical white-collar yuppie jerks was the assumption – Rich bastards who sell stocks or whatever. Their business was their business, apparently. They’d never be heard talking about it.
“You don’t talk business at Jerry’s” was the discipline. You don’t talk about insider deals. You don’t talk about laundering. You don’t talk about the chop-shop or get-away routes. You don’t talk about what happens in or around disco club and you definitely don’t talk about hits – No stealing, no enforcing and no killing. Jerry’s is a place of pleasure, not business.
----- Trying something new. I'm not very good at writing like this, I'm more confident in visual storytelling, but I thought I'd try :) Maybe I'll try to do more like this but I don't know what people think. Let me know :P A few new characters of mine I'd like to do more with as well.
