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A cold night where the moon is high and the air is cold; people gather in a beige colored building with low hanging lights. They glow a dull, dim pale yellow and orange. The table glints a shinny red with black lining chairs.

The bar in the other side has a large counter made of a dark brawn colored wood; the shelf behind is equal in that aspect. Alcohol filled bottles of glass in rows on the shelf. The building, itself is a three story with a large basement.

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Ground level- Club area + Back stairs

First level- Dinner + Kitchen + Pantry

Second level- Private room + Camera surveillance room

Basement level- Rough housing + Betting

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Slick.

 Mr. Slick

 Mr. Spades Slick

Like his black, lean car- has to deal with his idiotic companions and his boss.

Classy.... violent.... but never sleazy.

He might be shady and rugged, but he isn't one to torment women. No matter how much he loves stabbing, he'll give women a respectable death despite his policy on fair and equal murder.

He's a gentlemen after all.

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He'll stab two- three- up to five times, ten if he's extra sweet on her.

Make sure they're vital areas though, other wise that's just rude.

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Especially if they are classy ladies. Just last week there was a sweet looking dame that saw my pals dump some "pollution" in the water near the docks and sang like a birdie.

Shame she sang a little too loud, now she won't be coming home to her kits and they'll be waiting for no one.

Being the kind and generous man that I am, I sent a condolence gift, some money and their mothers wedding ring, cleaned up with bleach of course.

Aren't I nice?

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Now, I got to do a report on it. 

Blugh, I hate meetings.

I asked my good pal, Boxcars, to tell my other pal, Droog, to do the report for me, but boss said I had to come anyways- mandatory or something. So here I am in my car with idiots and the boss.

I don't know why we can't just discuss this in the car since we're riding together anyway but he's the boss and it's more secretive and official in the meeting room.

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(I hope you aren't confused by the way I wrote this, it's half his perspective half third perspective.)

Thoughts and Prospective- Italic

Me and other things- Bold

Third and stuff- Normal

Something like that

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The boss is a big man.

No one likes him, no one as mean either. That's why he's the boss.

A cunning, sly man. 

Heard he killed his twin a few years back, a good girl. 

Too bad she was a first born.

He's a greedy man that doesn't like to share and splitting the inheritance meant sharing.

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He hated her anyway, always trying to get in the way. She was my first job for him. He was a young and ambitious, but evil little brat.

Looking at him now, you wouldn't think he was ever a tiny monster.

She survived the first stabbing, though. So I started stabbing girls at least twice so that wouldn't happen again.

Second attempt was with a gun. Trigger happy, he challenged her to a duel. Shot her more than once.

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"Slick, the boss is ready to see you."

"Thanks, get me a shot of vodka when I'm done."

"Sure, I'll get one for myself too."

"Go a head."

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Bye! So quick warning, I think my writing gets cringy as soon as I get to the romance bit. I can not many it less cringy, I'm sorry. Luckily there isn't any romance yet.