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Location: One Night In Hell
Time:Day 1 (Arc 2)[/center]

Another day of being with the old gang and for once Killian’s nervous was completely shot. Once again Tiara Dunne was attempting to fill his mind with unwanted things. Trying to place doubts within his relationship with Emma. Granted that this word seemed foreign. Almost unreal when it comes to the present events. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her. This was just one of several rules of that fox’s game.

A lingering sense of danger seemed to flood the young man as his figure continued to get ready for the night life. The nightclub was a simple job yet there was always some sort of trouble lingering within the darkness. Always there as if to tingle every nerve of fear. A single sigh escaped his lips before the guy placed another french fry inside his mouth.

For once the human wished for the night to end. The call into work wasn’t unexpected considering who all worked there. Yet the urge to work on his normal income had struck hard and now here he was inside the car getting ready to leave. Go figure this would happen. Killian grumbled to himself and opened the glove apartment, grabbing the gun that was ‘assigned to him’ by the gang. He double checked the clip just in case there wasn’t any ammo inside. Thankfully there was a full clip making things much easier.

The African american turned the key after placing the gun inside it’s holder.Now that he was ready it was time to drive to the club. With a prayer that his new boss won’t note the extreme tardiness. Than again that woman was rather odd. Considering she seemed almost always keen towards her employees. Hopefully nothing eventful would happen today. If so nothing...unwanted.