Oct 2, 2016
{milaxgreen}
Donovan wasn’t a stupid man, he knew exactly how to find someone, when to find them, and where. He just wasn’t one to go straight in for the kill. He liked to taunt people, rather that meant by words, physical torture, or showing up uninvited in unexpected places. Which was exactly what he was going to do tonight. He had just entered Sportsmans Pub, a place the male rarely frequented but Keith, a man who owed him money, had a nightly routine of going into the bar, something Donovan had learned quickly as he kept his eye on the guy.
Leaning against the bar, he ordered himself a shot of whiskey and a glass of beer from the tap and every once in a while would glance over at the man he was pursuing to receive his money back.