Getting closer to Evermore Casino, they enter the city, compared to their small community area they live in, everything is much louder for the timing and more vibrant. Buildings, small, large, somewhere in the middle. They all have different styles, wide, tall.
Hotels, motels, some that has pools, karaoke rooms, bowling, and some designated for adults, that would be having fun. The range of places here is large even outside the hotels.
Restaurants, that the Compans pass. Prestigious restaurants, that only sell seafood, crabs, lobsters and all the likes. There is a handful of times that Harold brought Diane there, then after that they bought some condoms. Those nights ended eventful.
Other restaurants, have more affordable meals. Diners, that make money because if you work in the city, you want a quick and easy meal. There is also date night hotels, that cost less than the prestigious restaurants but still have the same meals. The big difference is the way the restaurants are styled.
Diners are put in a smaller building. Mostly a one story, still with a wide parking lot, even at this time of the night there is still a good amount of people inside eating a meal that, anyone could make and like.
The prestigious restaurants are put on the higher up part having many stories for customers, but also to double up as a hotel. There's a garage for cars, or a valet. Making people drive the cars for a while, picking up women or men. Making them think they are rich, rich. The light on the sign being so extravagant making it catch people's attention.
The inbetween is the date night restaurants, the one where people just go for a night out on a first date, or just to talk and discuss things. The restaurant has more affordable options, the people always leave with a smile and even some non American go eating there. Having a good meal, sometime, well a good amount of times leaving drunk.
Colors are being shined left, right and center. Some bouncing off more colors. Cars still being driven. Taxis being hailed as drunk men get in. Woman seducing men into hotel rooms, making them pay for some fun. Streets full of people, women, children and men.
Footsteps loud, people talking. Music from cars loud, some trying to make there's louder. Some places are also playing music, having speakers placed on the outside, different type of music to, mostly being played was dance band and jazz.
Clubs on the side, drunk women leaving with men. Either willingly or non willingly, can't tell from the road. The clubs have a color scheme that matches its vibe, cool colors, like purple and blue. Crazy cars people have.
Just like the car that the Compans have, people, mostly women, catcalling, saying they are free tonight, either for both of them or just one. They ignore it though. Since Harold is married to a woman the f*cks like a rabbit and Harry, even with the fathers objections and prolific hate for them, has a black queen waiting at her house every night for him.
There was so many times that Harry and Harold have been down here in the city, either for a job or for shopping. Being with or without Diane. Harold being down here more times than Harry since it was his father that brought down this tradition of hunting the supernatural.
Slowly they both come up to a big, colorful building. The building is a triple in one. Having a pool, that a good majority of people come swim at, a hotel with one of the most wide arrange of shops and one, if not the best, casinos in the city. There is a big sign in the middle stating its name, and it's biggest attraction.
"Evermore Casino. Dad, I can't go inside, so I'll see you soon? Why you wearing a suit anyway? You're just gonna talk about a job."
Harry on the driver side of the car. Harold just getting out of the car. Standing up fixing the suit around his chest, shoulder line and wrists. Harold dresses like this almost every time he goes into the city.
"It's not about the people you are seeing. It's about showing your appearance."
Harold told that to Harry in many occasions. This time included.
"Yeah, sure. How long until I pick you up. Imma set a timer on my watch?"
Pulling up a watch that shines pretty f*cking bright. Some small gems, that look like diamonds, but aren't, those are some pretty gem like stones that the Black queen put on. The one that does have diamond is the inside covered with diamond glass and a diamond clock hand. It's no surprise that they need money, they use it on gambling and expensive sh*t.
"Set it for about one hour. If it takes longer call the inside of the place. There should be a reception area."
Harold instructs Harry.
"Yeah, once you enter the building, I'm gonna start the clock. Hurry up, this is going to take forever if you don't."
"I already told you ab—."
Honk, Honk.
"Wait."
Harold turns toward the car behind them. holding his palm up to try and calm the person in the car. The car being a Chevrolet 6, being bigger than the Compans car. A young woman beside the man, she seems to be about eighteen while, the man looks well over forty.
"Hurry it up then! Damn."
The driver in the other car says. as he looks at the girl, rolling his eyes. The girl looking visibly uncomfortable, as she turns away to hide her disdained look. Making it look like she's just putting on make-up. She has some light freckles on her face, making her look cute, a little. Shes wearing a light blue dress. With earring that are diamonds. A small blue mark under her eye.
"Just make sure that the car is here in an hour, and if I'm not out..."
Harold looking around, his eyes falling onto a payphone about a minute walk away;
"... there is a payphone right there, just call through it and for my name. The job details said to meet at the top of the building the highest level."
"Anything else."
Harry's voice verbally sounding annoyed.
"Yeah an--"
Honk, Honk.
Again the horn in the car behind them goes off. Now people that were all driving around beside the Compans cars look, even the people that were getting out of their cars are looking and the valets, as well, looking at the two cars.
"Hey, c*nt, the old f*ck said WAIT!"
Honk, Honk
"Do that shit again, I'm going to break your nose and your mirror, maybe even your windshield in that exact order!"
Harry temper starts to sky rocket, nearing it's popping point. The two drivers look between each other. then the one behind them honks once more.
Harry get out the car, opening it and standing up. The same goes for the man. His hair growing grew, and his stature is tall. taller than Harry, who is still in a growing body. The old man is maybe as tall as Harold, who stands at a good, 6'3. Harold just stand there as the two meet in the middle, even the crown stops for a while to watch.
Harry looks up at the guy, as the guy looks down to Harry the lean but still small guy then the man standing before him. His body muscle isn't an insane amount but it is still an amount more than Harry.
"What you want little boy?"
"For you to stop your whining, big b*tch."
The retort to what the man said genuinely pisses him off. making him ball his fist. Harry grows a smile on his face. As he balls his fist too.
"What you going to do if I don't."
"Exactly like I said. Your nose, window, then windshield, or is your brain so small that you don't know what any of those are."
The man's face grows red, clearly embarrassed that he has been outwitted with come backs not once, but twice he pulls his arm back far and throws a punch.
Harry ducks under the slow moving arm and with all his strength in his legs and his arms swings up. Landing an uppercut straight under the jaw of the man.
Making him bite his lip as he tried to brace for it. It's bleeding little by little, more and more. The girl reaches into the glove compartment of the car and brings out napkins. Taking steps out the car as she's wearing high heels, each step a click, and a trip. Even Harry can tell she's not used to wearing heels.
The girl gives him a napkins trying to help him sit upright. The man snatches the napkin right out the girls hand and looks furious at the girl. She tries to take a step back but he pulls her collar closer to himself and slaps her across the face. She drops to the ground, a heel breaks off.
She holds her face. The man looks over to her.
"What you looking down at me b*tch! I own you, so long as your old man works for me!"
When the man says that, Harry's eyes stay stuck into the man's eyes. Harry staring straight down into him. Burrowing holes that could burn through his face.
Harry smile grows a bit more. The people at the entrance of the place look around each other, as they start whispering amongst themselves.
Harry walks back over to the driver side of the car. Bending down and reaching to the ignition, he grabs the key and with a turn he pulls it out. Moving away from the driver side he walks over to the trunk on the back of his small car, the trunk matching the size of the car.
"Harry, I told you about this sh*t. Stop it!"
Harry ignoring his father opens the trunk. Inside the trunk is a large cylindrical bag. A zipper on the top, along with tape right above the zipper with writing.
For the Creatures.
"F*ck it, you won't listen to me, don't!"
After saying that Harold starts walking over the the entrance of the building. The doors being an amazing glass pane that always looks like it was recently cleaned. A white man wearing a red suit and tie, along with black slacks. A tag with, supposedly his name on it. His hair slicked back, and a confused face, watching Harry and the man, who fell behind the car, blocking the valet from seeing him.
Stands at the door. Seeing as a person is entering the building he, unconsciously, opens the door, wishing him well.
Looking down at his tag as he walks past him to enter the building. Harold smiles and enters the building, turning and saying goodbye to the man. As he slowly closes the door, not paying attention to Harold, but to the dispute between Harry and the man.
Harry reaches into the trunk and unzips the bag. Opening it, opens to an assortment of things, ranging from a regular kitchen knife to a crowbar, or some salt, or a bottle of water labeled, Holy water.
Reaching into the bag, he pulls out the crowbar. With his other hand he recipes the bag up and slams the trunk shut, stuffing the keys down deep into his pockets. He walks over to the car, and before swinging it, he looks down at the man.
"Oh sh*t right, I forgot the order."
Harry says as he begins walking over to the man, still sitting. The man looks confused for a second before he understands what's about to happen.
"Ohh wait, wait. No. Please."
The man still on the ground says as he starts backing away sliding his ass against the ground, trying to pick himself up but every time he almost gets up he falls back down because he is to unstable to get up, and move backwards at the same time.
Soon he can no longer move back as his back lands against a tall, cement pillar. Making him stop fully. The man looks up once to see what stopped him, at that time Harry was already close. Harry swings the crowbar, like a baseball bat that was thrown a low pitch. The man looks back at the perfect time as he gets his right in the nose, then his head goes back onto the pillar and knocks him out.
Harry makes his way back over to the car, everyone still just watching as it happens. Harry stands at the side of the car, bending down to look at his reflection, in the small side window, before taking a step back, bringing the crowbar high and swinging the crowbar down hard enough to just bent the window downwards, cracking and brending it inward.
After that Harry moves forward, walking passing the bent window and beside the windshield, he once again brings it high and smashes the crowbar against the windshield. Cracking it on the driver side of the car. He gives the car a look over before, looking down at the girl still sitting on the ground. Her hand covering her face as a small amount of tears fall out.
"That's not enough."
Walking over to the passenger side of the car. Still with people staring at him, not once did a person think to tell him to stop, who would, an insane man with a crowbar, that's hitting a car just because of someone honking. That's road rage to the next level.
Harry behind the crowbar as high as he can, smashing it down, even harder than he did last time. Making the glass panning holding it in place break off a little.
After that he makes his way to his own car. Walking past his passenger side, throwing the crowbar in, bouncing twice before fully staying still on the seat. Harry walks past the front side of the car before fully making it around to the driver seat. He then opens the door to the car, pulling the keys out of his pockets and sticks it into the ignition, turning the keys and driving off, while the wrist watch ticks off the time needed before he has to return.