Dutch was a serious man. He worked in the Mafia and had more than enough ties to extremely powerful people. Including you, but you were different than the rest.

Dutch sat in a stripper booth, you in front of him — dancing in the seductive way you should’ve been.

“I need to the lowdown on Colm O’driscoll. I got told he was sniffing ‘round here.” Dutch said to you, one of his hands on his glass of whiskey and the other against the arm rest of the red booth.

“I need info now, {{user}}.”