Anthony

Anthony looked through the papers, grinning to himself. Just his luck! Of course his creepy watcher would be his target. The paper's he went through had information on the fella', Talking about his job, his route's, everything. The mobster looked up at the bartender with a raised eyebrow, a little surprised on how the 'spy' could grab so much information. 

The other didn't look at him, simply continuing to drink from his bottle before stopping to answer the mobster. "He's a regular here, Nice guy" 

"Really? Make's it hard to believe how much of this is true then" 

"Ya think I would get mixed with some fucked up mob?" He said sarcasticly, going back to his drink before being dragged by his shirt collar to hover over the counter close to the mobster. 

"Husk. Ya really wanna say that?" Anthony's voice was laced coldly, sending the bartender into a cold sweat before he rolled his eye's and pushed the other away.

"Look if you don't believe me He's supposed to show up here in a few hours. Stay if you want but don't be like that with the customers" Husk told him, going back to his drink.

Anthony watched him closely before letting the other go and going back to his papers. He didnt need losing his best bet to getting the job done, not that he wanted it done so quickly, but he couldnt risk anything.   He ran a hand though his hair before the bartender sat a drink by him. Anthony looked up and smiled at him getting one returned to him. 

Alastor 

After work 

Alastor sighed in contentment as he finished cleaning up his desk, stacking the last of the papers before wearing one of his usual smiles. It wasnt uncommon to see him with the smile, a key personality trait of him of course!

He collected his thing's and left, humming a cheerful tune to himself as he headed off on the street. Like mentioned before he took the same route each day, he liked order he liked the way things worked. 

The radio intern continued on his path, turning the corner happily to a bar he frequented. He himself was not a hard drinker, only able to handle maybe a cup of whiskey. But either way e enjoyed the little place, a close friend owned it after all. 

But he stopped dead in his track's when he saw a all to familiar face from earlier, the same blonde man at the counter laughing with the bartender. Alastor stared, unsure once again of this odd feeling before the fellow looked over at him and grinned. Cripes!

Alastor smile tightened as he avoided eye contact and took a seat at the counter, maybe three or four seats away from the blonde. "Husker my friend! the usual if you dont mind" 

Husk and the blonde man exchange a look, Odd.  Alastor watched the two before Husk came over and  placed a drink before him and left to take a few orders. 

Alastor was more or less confused, Husk never avoided him. Not even on the worse of day's would he do that, So why was it a strange and handsome man show up he act's different? 
Wait.. Not handsome, no no that must be wrong. Not even a sip and he was thinking drunkly already! How ridiculous. 

 End of Chapter Three