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[color=708090][center][b]Lawman LV.1[/b][/center][/color]
[center][b][color=yellow]Morning[/color] of the Second Day[/b][/center]
[center][b]Location[/b][/center]
[center]The Barrel Roll[/center]
[center]Tag and Mention: [@RokkuHoshi] (Minecraft Steve), [@DracoLunaris] (Taric), [@Guardian Angel Haruki] (Shantae)  [/center]
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	While Jack was relieved his banknotes were actually worth something, he was still thankful he didn’t have to pay for anything. Placing an order the buxom waitress soon returned with a large dark bottle of whiskey, an iced glass, a fat B.L.T sandwich, and a round ceramic bowl with several fresh cuts of beef in it still wet with bovine blood.

	Walking over to the table Taric had chosen Jack placed his food and drink down before dropping the bowl of beef onto the floor beside his chair. In the seconds it took Jack to seat himself Shadow had crossed the room and thrown himself as the bowl. With gnashing teeth and jowls slapping loudly together, the hulking dog began to devour the raw flesh with an unnerving degree of satisfaction.

	[color=708090]“I thought the same thing to be honest. Whatever this virus is it seems like the only cure for it is fists, steel, and lead, given the people who were brought here to fight it. That or the letters really were sent to the wrong people…”[/color]

	Popping the top of the whiskey bottle with his finger Jack poured himself a glass of whiskey and rose it to his lips. Drinking deeply he drained the glass in seconds, knocking the bottom of the glass against the hard wood table with a satisfying gasp.

	[color=708090]“The Protector, huh? Well at least you have a boss who actually gives you some kind of direction. I’d settle for cryptic orders over the screaming the station chief gives me for actually doing something. Opposed to sitting around with my thumb up my asshole like regulations tends to demand.”[/color]
	
	Jack poured another glass and raised it in a sort of one-sided toast.

	[color=708090]“Well I look forward to fighting alongside you too. It’ll be nice having actual backup for a change besides Shadow.”[/color]

	The grizzled cop was ready to down another glass of whiskey when-

	Wait was that a prostitute? 

	[i][b]Small revealing top.[/b][/i]

	[img]http://rs1141.pbsrc.com/albums/n599/Crosswire40/Bust_zpszxss93bp.png?w=280&h=210&fit=crop[/img]

	[i][b]Exposed midriff and navel. [/b][/i]

	[img]http://rs1141.pbsrc.com/albums/n599/Crosswire40/Midriff_zps5gj1kln9.png?w=280&h=210&fit=crop[/img]

	[i][b]Baggy pants that still somehow showed off her figure.[/b][/i]
	[img]http://rs1141.pbsrc.com/albums/n599/Crosswire40/Legs_zpselqgchpc.png?w=280&h=210&fit=crop[/img]

	Jack finally took notice of the new comer to the bar and the first thing that came to mind was the prostitutes of Grant City. He immediately caught himself and shook the judgemental thought from his mind. 

	[i][color=708090]“Things are different here, Jack”[/color][/i] He thought to himself as he looked at Shantae. [i][color=708090]“Besides she’s actually very beautiful while the prostitutes from the red light of Grant City...aren't."[/color][/i]