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[color=766359]Color code 766359[/color]
Location: His apartment Time: Night time, after he left Church
Speaking with: Person on the other side of the phone
Interacting with: Random groupie and person on the other side of the phone

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Lucian stirred. The faint scent of sweat and sex lingered around him. He looked to his left and drew in a breath through his nostrils. Exhaling, he pinched then swiped across his nose with his index finger. The girl, all procelain-skinned and feminine, let out a small, drowsy moan as she turned and tugged at the comforter. Lucian sat up, reaching for the pack of Marlboro Reds, tapped the butt of the carton before drawing a filtered cigarette out with his lips. Peering over his shoulders at the 'battlefield', he let out a small [color=766359] "Tsk" [/color] before standing up and standing by the window. Halcyon buzzed below his high rise apartment. People looked like ants, cars looked like little rectangles of light, all just whizzing by. 

Walking towards his kitchen table, where a stray lighter laid motionless, he spots a bottle of London Dry Gin. He's heard it somewhere, that gin, unlike other spirits, was distilled "for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness." [color=766359] "Ain't that the fucking truth..."[/color] He mumbled under his breath. As he sat down, striking the lighter and bringing the flame to his cigarette, he reached for the neck of the liquor bottle with his free hand. Haphazardly tossing the lighter back onto the table, he swirled the clear liquid around the bottle before uncorking it with a satisfying [i] pop [/i]. The scent of botanical flooded his nostrils, followed by the 'medicinal' scent of ethanol. Taking a swig from the bottle, he set the bottle down and picked up his phone.

-[i] One New Message [/i]-
-[i] Three Missed Calls [/i]-

Clicking open the text message first...

-[i] I missed you baby. Where have you been? [/i]-

From a number without a name. These were popping up way too often. Luican ought to really think about settling down. Get himself an old lady, and really make good on his career...

[color=766359] "Fuck that." [/color]

Clicking open the missed calls

Again, numbers without a name. But, this time, he recognized them. A quiet anger rose up inside him. They knew better. They know better. Setting his phone down on the table, he reached in to his kutte, draped over a chair, and took out another phone.

No missed calls. No messages.

Walking towards a set of sliding glass doors, he looked at his bed once more. The girl, fully of red bite marks and surrounded by small spots of blood on the linen, was still fast asleep. Without a second thought, he opened the door to his balcony and stepped out.

[i][color=766359] 

"Yeah. What was so urgent that you..."
"What?"
"I don't give a fuck. You do not contact..."
"No. That doesn't matter."
"No. Go tomorrow, personally and collect it."
"Yes, that. Do that. Then, you bring..."
"I need it all. You know why."
"Nah. Call Leslie at Marshall for that."
"Remember, we have a shipment of..."
"Yes. From Chihara and Hammer. Make sure you..."
"Oh, and tell Jim to call me."
"Yes, from fucking Rothschild's."
"One last thing. You. Do. Not..."

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The phone call ends. He snuffs out the spent cigarette and takes one last look over his balcony. Neon lights, tires, and the wind.

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