Apr 20, 2014
A Little Cup Of Coffee / Closed
Jim strode into the cafe like he owned it. Which, in his mind, he did. Everything flowed up to him in some way or another. By the simple status of being consulting criminal, he had fingers on every aspect of the criminal underworld. Even those parts considered less underworld, like the french style cafe whose owner happened to have a rather large gambling debt. But Jim knew about the debt, and so he was able to walk up to the counter, receive his personally brewed coffee, ("Always on tap for you sir,") and sit at one of the small tables, looking about at the other patrons with nothing less than disdain. Until one in particular caught his attention.
