72: Story 1
int. lounge, night FOX MERIDIAN, 30s, rugged, worn. He sits at a table alone, bourbon glass in hand. A dancer takes the stage, singing a sultry lounge tune. The stage lights and smoke in the air caress her body as she sways across the stage. Fox rubs his eyes as though he hasn't slept in days. A waitress walks over. waitress Can I get you anything? Fox holds up his glass. fox Another bourbon, please. A man with a wide brimmed hat walks by and places an envelope on the table. Fox nods and takes it. Several people in the club seem to be eyeing Fox for some sinister reason. One onlooker clearly has fangs. KALEB BLUE enters. 30s, well built, handsome African descent. Several eyes turn when he enters, and some look away, trying not to gain his attention. He walks over to Fox's table. kaleb Drinking alone again? fox Beats not drinking at all. kaleb I don't really think that it does. fox Grab a seat? Kaleb sits down. WAITRESS Get you anything?...