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"Oi McNiall! What brings your sorry ass in here?" Skids, as he was called, turned on his stool at the bar and smirked a toothy grin. Detective Kazuo MacNiall really hated being in places like this. With the air being so heavy with smoke and music, it was hard to feel even remotely safe. The constant unease of being jumped never left the back of his mind. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks, feigning nonchalance, and felt very out of place in his suit and tie. Not wanting to be recognized again, he pulled his hat further down over his eyes, shielding his face from the world.
"On business...." The detective muttered and continued walking, trying to ignore the sudden rush of adrenaline that came. Cool it, Kaz. He thought to himself. He's nothing but a gofer. No one important. Taking a deep breath, Kaz weaved his way through the other club goers. Slipping into the VIP lounge area was tricky, but the detective managed it. The booths were packed, each one over flowi