DROP FIFTY
Hector stared at the blood-spot on the floor for the better half of an hour, before Pickle came in and started to clean it.
Was he in shock?
How could he tell?
"I got it!" he exclaimed. "We'll throw a party, that should get us some support, help us raise some cash. We can do it at that bar you girls like, which one was it?" He clicked his fingers at Pickle.
"Taf?" Pickle replied, scrubbing the floor with cleaning solution. The blood spot wasn’t easy to clean.
The ambulance left, Hector was still shaking.
"Yeah, that one. Let me find the phone number for the bookings," Hector said and pulled up the bar's website on the veil. "There we go," he mumbled, going through the site. "Oh, s**t, they have prices listed for the VIP lounge."
Cherry leaned in close and squinted to see
