Post by Hugo Douglass on Oct 13, 2010 19:45:43 GMT -5
He didn't want to be here.
Hugo Douglass blew out a sigh as he leaned up against the not so comfortable wall and drank the "spooktacular" cocktail that the hired bartender had given him(spooktacular...sounded like something his eight year old daughter was saying around the house lately.) The thirty-four year old certainly felt out of place, seeing as he hadn't seen anyone that even looked remotely over twenty three in the area. How was he roped into it? Gina, his generous boss, planted an invitation on his desk with the exclamation of: "Here's your chance to get out of work, Douglass!" She laughed as she walked off.
Typical Gina. No explanation for how she got the invite or why she would want an "old" detective from the BPD at a party where the bartender actually hung a sign that said: "Will ID if I suspect you ain't 21, SOOOOOON!". Still, it had been an amusing way to spend half an hour or so, watching the kids in costume mill around and talk about the Patriots, their (fill in expletive here) professor, or some other topic that Hugo would have concerned about if he were their age.
Of course, Hugo also knew that there was an ulterior motive for Gina sending him here, although Gina wouldn't admit it to him out loud. There had been a series of crimes that surrounded the GoLightly hotel by a quarter of a mile radius. He had a finger on the group, but couldn't identify who they were exactly. So, if he noticed anything out of the ordinary during the party, he would take note of it.
And, in his way of doing things, he brought a taser.
And his Glock nine millimeter.
Just in case.
He had come dressed in a suit and tie, claiming to be actor Tom Cruise. Hugo sure did look like him, so he took advantage of the opportunity NOT to come dressed.
From his right, Hugo could sense someone coming in his direction.
Hugo Douglass blew out a sigh as he leaned up against the not so comfortable wall and drank the "spooktacular" cocktail that the hired bartender had given him(spooktacular...sounded like something his eight year old daughter was saying around the house lately.) The thirty-four year old certainly felt out of place, seeing as he hadn't seen anyone that even looked remotely over twenty three in the area. How was he roped into it? Gina, his generous boss, planted an invitation on his desk with the exclamation of: "Here's your chance to get out of work, Douglass!" She laughed as she walked off.
Typical Gina. No explanation for how she got the invite or why she would want an "old" detective from the BPD at a party where the bartender actually hung a sign that said: "Will ID if I suspect you ain't 21, SOOOOOON!". Still, it had been an amusing way to spend half an hour or so, watching the kids in costume mill around and talk about the Patriots, their (fill in expletive here) professor, or some other topic that Hugo would have concerned about if he were their age.
Of course, Hugo also knew that there was an ulterior motive for Gina sending him here, although Gina wouldn't admit it to him out loud. There had been a series of crimes that surrounded the GoLightly hotel by a quarter of a mile radius. He had a finger on the group, but couldn't identify who they were exactly. So, if he noticed anything out of the ordinary during the party, he would take note of it.
And, in his way of doing things, he brought a taser.
And his Glock nine millimeter.
Just in case.
He had come dressed in a suit and tie, claiming to be actor Tom Cruise. Hugo sure did look like him, so he took advantage of the opportunity NOT to come dressed.
From his right, Hugo could sense someone coming in his direction.
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