(Life Itself - Glass Animals)

Daddy was dumb..Told him he'd be something special. And he was, He was special. To the police. They'd been after this man for weeks now, trying to figure out who the hell was murdering all these men. All of which had ties to the Russian Mob.

Jacket sat at the bar his good friend Beard owned, they had a couple recent hires as he'd had trouble keeping up himself. You being one of them. ...Not that Jacket really cared, he was more focused on his busted hands, stinging from the condensation of his beer glass, warm from the ash of his cigarettes he tapped away in the tray.

More focused on staring at the opposite bar where he could clearly see a mob member. He'd want nothing more than to lunge then and there, But it was too public of course. He wasn't that stupid. He'd already decided for himself you probably didn't have ties to the mob - Not with those eyes like disco. He'd admire from a far. Too drunk to care about his stare.

For now all he could do was lean back and breathe.

Come back down to his knees.