“Just keep an eye out, and let me know what you see. Watch everyone’s reaction, and gauge appropriately. Certain words and phrases can trigger a reaction.” Lewis led Simone into the tavern, and just like before, there were scattered glances in their direction as they walked to a table. It was rather lively for the time of night, and there was a low roar of voices as drinks were ordered and games were played. It wasn’t long before a rather busty wench came, looking for an order.
“Whatcha want?” she asked, practically trying to shove her bust in Lewis’ face. “If nothin’ on the menu is to your fancy, maybe we can…strike up a different bargain.” She eyed Lewis up and down with a sultry look.
Lewis blew off the invitation, and put a single silver coin on the table. “A bottle of Midnight. Top shelf.”
At once the wench’s smile dropped, and she stood up straight, looking more annoyed than anything. “Fine. Just don’t cause a ruckus here…I’ve got plenty of clients lined up for the night and I don’t need your kind fucking it up.” She went into the back, obviously displeased with Lewis’ choice of “drink.”
About five minutes later, someone sat across from Lewis and Simone; a large, gentlemanly looking man with a black button down and a top hat. To complete the look, he even had a monocle. It was apparent to everyone that he was not high class.
“You look ridiculous,” Lewis said as he leaned forward. “If I didn’t know better, I’d mark you as an easy target.”
“Lewis, it’s been far too long,” the man said with a fake sophisticated tone. “You seem to be doing well for yourself. I take it the last few jobs you took a few months ago set you right?”
The assassin glared at the man, “You’re obviously benefiting from my hard work, and I very well know you sold me out on the last job…so I’d just drop the idle chat before I kill you.”
The man feigned shock, gasping. “Oh but, my dear Lewis! I would neve-”
“Not a fucking soul here will lend a hand to you,” Lewis snapped back. “So just give me the information I want, and I won’t coat the floor with your blood, Jasper.”
Jasper sighed, “Fine.” He dropped the whole act, but he still didn’t seem afraid of Lewis. “What do you want to know.”
Lewis glanced to Simone, and then to Jasper. “Jasper, this is my…client, Simone. She’s got the specifics.” He gave the man across the table a piercing glare. “Treat her like you’d treat me…she can handle it.”