[center][h1][color=236672]Scott Fairburne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=236672]Location:[/color][/b] Imperial Apartments -> AfterDark[/center][hr]

The Imperial Apartments were, well and truly, a new Harlem in Scott's eyes. Drug dealers, gun runners and addicts crammed into the same set of buildings, everybody fucked with everyone else, everyone except Scott that was. Scott figured he might've been the only one in those apartments completely clean, well, not completely, that word didn't apply to anyone in Justice, Scott just had less stains. He made his way down the hall, past a few of the addicts in the halls and a few thugs, one of them he could see still had a black eye, his own doing from the other day, man had been screwing with some student in an alley below the building while Scott came home from work. It hadn't gone well for him.

He might've been known by just about everyone in the building, but Scott still had a way of blending in so that everyone ignored him, the Imperial might've been a shit hole, but it was the shadows, and he liked staying in the shadows. Making his way down to the street, Scott started to make his way down toward AfterDark. Others avoided this part of town if they could, especially later in the day, but Scott was right in his element, nothing phased him around here, he walked down these streets like it was Pennsylvania avenue. Some people knew to avoid him, they were the kind of low lives he used to be, thugs, dealers, others said hi and gave him warm smiles, the few good souls stuck in lives too rough for them. He'd just smile back, never anything more.

It wasn't a long walk before he reached AfterDark, making his way along the line, he smiled toward Freddy, grabbing the man's hand to give it a firm shake, bumping shoulders with him. [b][color=236672]"Evenin' brotha', goin' easy on the Big Mac's today?"[/color][/b] He chuckled, giving the man a pat on the back as he moved past him and inside. He got along with Freddy, the two had once lived similar lives, and he appreciated Freddy trying to work things out on the outside, as far as Scott knew he stuck out of trouble, he was a good man in his eyes. Moving inside, he saw his boss toward the back, he didn't say or do anything in relation to her, just making his way behind the bar.

He'd heard the stories about Trisha, and he knew well and good the kind of deals and trouble which went on in the bar, he didn't want anything to do with it, or with her. She was his boss, and Scott worked hard to keep their relationship that way, he stood out as little as he could. Moving behind the bar, he started to go through the usual routine, wiping it all down, making sure the glasses were clean as they could be, getting ready for the rush which would no doubt come. While Freddy and some of the other staff dressed up, made themselves look nice, he did anything but, jeans and a T-shirt were usually the best dressed he got, especially at work, helped him look normal, like nobody.

Just how he liked it.