Snippet #1346284

The phone call was interrupted by the new bouncer calling out "Boss". Namira turned around and pulled the phone away from her ear and raised a thin black eyebrow."Yesss?". She paused for a moment, noticing that four men had made their way rather hastily into her club."Hey hey there I don't know...". It was as if everybody enjoyed interrupting her today because that's just what the men did, well one of them anyways. He was bald, probably in his mid fourties. Not someone you would expect to see at a nightclub unless it was some sort of fetish club.She shut up as soon as he flashed his badge giving him a large perky smile."How can I help you gentlemen?"

The men exchanged glances between each other before motioning for her to take a seat.Uh oh. For some reason this felt like a very bad episode of Law and Order or something, this causing her to let out a small grin which immediately vanished as soon as the bald man looked at her."Well what do you all need?"She said right after taking a sit at her favorite bar stool and crossing her legs over one another."Do you know a Christopher Jericho?" Of course they wanted Chris. Her brother, well technically he was adopted, but still her brother had always been one to get into trouble."Yes, he's my brother.."She said in a way like."Yes Mom, I did my laundry."In a tired and irate sort of way.

"Well then did you know that he has a warrant for his arrest for ..."The FBI guy paused and then took out a note pad to look over exactly what her brother was wanted for.Jesus Christ they couldn't ever remember what they came here for? No wonder regular cops called them a Fucking Bunch of Idiots."No I am not hiding him, whatever he did is not my issue. I run a simple club, I run a good business . So if you all don't have any further questions and your not here to drink can you please leave hmm? " She might have been a civilian, but she sure as hell wasn't going to allow them to just walk into her club and act like THEY owned the place.

"Well..uh...if you hear from him, here's my card..."The man muttered under his breath, pulling out a small plain note card with his phone number on it. Weird that it wasn't lamented or had a logo of any sort. "Alright ....buh bye now.." She said giving them a very fake cheerful wave before turning and rubbing her temples."I will not commit murder or assault tonight, I will not commit murder or assault tonight." She began chanting slowly as if to reassure herself.