God Hounds

Chapter 15: The Work

Three weeks later…

The bar had already died out. No one was left. It was 3AM. All the blazes had gone out. And what was left of the beating night heart of the city was just an empty casket of nothing. Except for two guys. “Hey, umm, I’m sorry,” his voice flowed across the faintly-glowing room towards one lonely table. “We’re closing, sir.” His cheap smile was naïve and breakable. A bar with no lessons. An owner without manners. It was the kind of face who wouldn’t listen to his disappointed, betrayed father. He tried to keep things warm but he couldn’t fake it. All he could do was look good and show money.

Aden, holding his black suit jacket and a glass of gin, got up from the table. He faked a similar smile, and walked away from him. The sound was playful and lonely, on the gleaming, cold ground. It was a memorable floor, for just a few hours anyway. It was his first time coming in alone, at the open