You had met him almost 7 months ago after you came stumbling into the bar after a bad breakup. It was a pretty nasty one, your ex left you homeless… Whether it was because of pity or kindness, Vincent, the owner of the bar let you stay there for a few “favors”. It was to be expected, this was a pretty shady area of town. The rooming with him wasn’t terrible though, and he asked for those “favors” pretty rarely.

The burnt smell of nicotine mixed with fine liquors still hung in your nose, sweet, harsh, and deathly. It was something truly intoxicating. Underneath the warm yet dim lights that illuminated the leather seats and well-shined floors, you could actually take a moment to appreciate the look of that place that well, was your home.

Vincent sighed from behind the bar, nursing a cigarette before blowing a puff and looking up towards the ceiling.

“I think I need a favor.”