The cowboy moved quickly and quietly through the lobby of the Siege Tower; this tall, imposing beast of steel, reinforced concrete, and curtains of polished stone that held a den of debauchery and sin in its stomach. What was the Executioner of Pandemonium doing here? Even he was not entirely certain, but, no matter the task, he did not wish to tarry. The spurs on his boots clicked and clacked against the shining marble floor and he hoped the long duster he wore would provide a modicum of obscurity. He kept his eyes on the floor as he awaited the elevator and, thankfully, he was alone save for the secretary--a secretary smart enough to mind her own business and pretend not to see Dallas. Smart gal...
The doors opened and he entered the enclosed space of the elevator, two fingers pushed the button for his desired floor. Sixty-nine...hah! The perverted nature of the owner was over the top; he really let his freak flag fly. Sex, drugs, and sin in the conventional forms were of little consequence to the cowboy these days. If it were up to him he would be at home perfectly content with his silence and solitude. Silence and solitude--no doubt he would find little of that here.
The twin doors of the elevator parted before him and he was greeted by the cloying, lascivious scent of beastly indulgence. Ugh. He made sure his hat was tilted sufficiently far forward to deter conversation and he made his way to the bar. "Shots 'o top shelf whiskey. Keep 'em comin'." The words had left his mouth before he even took his seat and Dallas was pleasantly surprised to find a double shot set before him by the time his rump found its resting place. His head tilted back as he downed the golden brown ichor; the sting lit a fire in his belly and reached the deepest depths of his bones. "Damned fine whiskey..." He muttered to himself as he instinctively reached for his next shot, which, of course, was already waiting for him.
Maybe this wasn't so different from home after all...
Last edited by Dallas Au Sheppard on Wed Nov 23, 2016 12:53 am; edited 1 time in total
The doors opened and he entered the enclosed space of the elevator, two fingers pushed the button for his desired floor. Sixty-nine...hah! The perverted nature of the owner was over the top; he really let his freak flag fly. Sex, drugs, and sin in the conventional forms were of little consequence to the cowboy these days. If it were up to him he would be at home perfectly content with his silence and solitude. Silence and solitude--no doubt he would find little of that here.
The twin doors of the elevator parted before him and he was greeted by the cloying, lascivious scent of beastly indulgence. Ugh. He made sure his hat was tilted sufficiently far forward to deter conversation and he made his way to the bar. "Shots 'o top shelf whiskey. Keep 'em comin'." The words had left his mouth before he even took his seat and Dallas was pleasantly surprised to find a double shot set before him by the time his rump found its resting place. His head tilted back as he downed the golden brown ichor; the sting lit a fire in his belly and reached the deepest depths of his bones. "Damned fine whiskey..." He muttered to himself as he instinctively reached for his next shot, which, of course, was already waiting for him.
Maybe this wasn't so different from home after all...
Last edited by Dallas Au Sheppard on Wed Nov 23, 2016 12:53 am; edited 1 time in total