The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Silver]

"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."

The moment O'Reilly heard that man asking for a Shot of Death, he nodded like it was everyday's business. He quickly grabbed two glasses, and placed them in front of the man.

And with a precision move, he lowered himself to grab a bottle of Jack Daniels, which he promptly placed in front of the man again, but he pushed it to the side to let it slide to two already waiting hands.

Silver's hands.

Meier's eyes followed the bottle that was sliding in front of him, and then it noticed the hands that grabbed it.

Silver pulled the bottle up and smacked Meier's head with it. Making a loud dry thump sound.

People around obviously looked at what was happening.
Silver turned, shrugged and shouted.

"What? He badmouthed O'Reilly!"

Everyone cheered at the development.
After all, O'Reilly was the local patron.
Almost a god to the people that visited the bar.

Meier was knocked out cold in the floor and Silver called two of the Security Team guarding the entrance to 'take the trash out'.

With the two glasses in hand and the bottle, Silver followed them, merrily whistling a tune.

O'Reilly couldn't help to sigh and kept cleaning the counter.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop