Bad Day

[iammonochromatic]

“Another,” Edward said.
The bartender nodded and poured another.
“Bad day?” asked a deep smooth voice.
He turned. A slender, ashen-faced man with an odd smirk in a slim black suit sat down on the next barstool.
“Such a thing as a good one?” Edward slurred.
The man stared into Edward’s eyes, smirking. Unnerved, Edward stood up. He laid a pile of cash on the bar and walked to the door, forgetting about his drink.
Exiting the bar Edward found himself facing the strange man.
“I can show you a ‘good day’.” The man smiled revealing razor sharp black teeth.

[unseentangerine]

oh dear