Open to: @avishainacht Setting: outside of Faux Folie
Nearing midnight, when an obnoxiously colored Ferrari pulls up against the line forming outside of Faux Folie. From behind the wheel, Jacques catches the Lieutenant by the club’s entrance.
Instinct calls for him to puff out his chest, reach for his gun; but this isn’t a shoot-out — yet — and it might all just turn out mundane. Cops have fun too, who would have guessed. In the metaphorical cycle of fire first, ask questions later, Jacqyes always been less forgiving than Izaak, come unwanted guests walking their property.
So instead he puts up his best, albeit still mediocre, business-owner front. Relaxed, until pushed otherwise. Stepping out of his vehicle, around, and forward, he approaches the man. “Err’thing lookin’ good, officer?”
