Hearing his name being called inside the shop, Alex looked over his shoulder, seeing Ella quickly make her way outside. He extinguished the source of his smoke, throwing the butt on the ground.
"'Bout time. Tony was getting on my nerves. I hate that man." he said briefly, pulling out his cellphone to check the time. It was going on eleven now, and while he had no curfew, he didn't want to be randomly stopped on his way home by some well-meaning police officer. 

"It's getting late. Want me to call you a cab?" he asked her, as they walked further down the street. The lights were becoming farther and farther in between, and the place had an almost eerie feel to it, being so... empty. Well, actually, it wasn't empty at all. There were plenty of homeless people, sleeping in card board boxes or behind dumpsters. But the cigarettes and drinks had dulled his senses, and so he too was taken by surprise by what happened next.

Passing by another darkened alley way, a man in a gray hoodies stepped out of the shadows, grabbing Ella's arms and pressing a switchblade to her neck.
"Give me your purse, bitch! And you, get down on the ground, now! I swear, I'll kill her!" he threatened, his voice hoarse.
Alex turned around slowly, putting his hands on the back of his head. But while his body language signaled compliance, his expression was one of deep thought.

"Oh, now this won't do. This won't do at all. Normally, I wouldn't care about a simple mugging, but I'm afraid this cannot happen." he said quietly, not moving from where he stood.
"Shut up, and empty your pockets! You want this slut to die?!" the attacker shouted again, sweat rolling down his face.
"I can't have that. She's a classmate. And a dead class mate means police will come to school. Meaning they'll question people. Meaning they'll question me. But no one would really care if a two-bit criminal died, now would they? Don't you agree, Ella?" he asked, smiling coolly. He reached his fingers down to the small of his back, where his pistol was strapped.
"Motherfucker, I said DOWN NO-"

[b]Fwshing![/b]
The gun hardly made a sound. A small pop and a big whoosh, but that was expected of a sub-sonic weapon. Nice and quiet.
The man swayed slightly, before crumpling backwards, dead on the pavement, a small bullet hole between his eyes.

Alex gave a small sigh, taking the bottle out from his pocket.
"Honestly, such a waste of good Jack. But we can't have any of your friends being able to recognize you, now, can we?" he asked the corpse, pouring the liquor onto the dead man's face. Pulling a hair from his own head and his lighter from his pocket, he lit the hair and dropped it onto the man's face, setting it on fire. As the smell of burning flesh and smoke started to rise off the body, Alex put away his gun, giving Ella a sinister smile.

"I can trust you to keep this incident quiet, can't I? After all, it's not like anyone is going to believe you. If I were you, I'd focus on finding that taxi. It's time for little girls to go to bed. Ciao!" he called, turning down the alley, stepping over the burning man as he did so. Well, that had been an interesting evening. He was ready for a good night's sleep.