(( Thanks!
Just a quick question... It's night time, right? ))
Raphael continued walking, his head down, his anger burning. He passed by a few stores here and there, and he ignored any strange noises coming from the dark allies. He was in no mood to get into any trouble... At least not until he had a soothing mug of beer.
He came to his destination: a rundown looking place, with dirty windows and a faded sign that read "Allison's." Raphael paused and turned around, making sure no one was following him. He took a deep breath and opened the door. It was dimly lit inside, round tables were scattered throughout the tiny bar. Three men sat in one corner, playing a poker game, while a man at another table was busily getting a prostitute drunk. Raphael frowned at the scene, but a voice suddenly caught his attention.
"So, back for more, eh?" A brunette in her late thirties watched Raphael from behind a counter. Her eyes had a hint of amusement, and she smirked while cleaning a tall glass. "The last time you were here, you broke some of my furniture, and you beat some of my customers to a bloody pulp."
"I told ya I'd pay you back, Al," Raphael responded, as he took a seat at the counter.
Allison never liked that nickname Raphael had given her, but he'd been a regular at the bar for almost a year and a half. She knew that he wasn't human, but she didn't care. As long as he paid the bill.
"Yeah? And when's that gonna happen?" She eyed him warily.
"You can put it on my tab for tonight. Now be a nice girl and get me a beer, will ya?"
Allison sighed and shook her head. Raphael was never one to talk much. She poured him a mug of MGD, and handed it over to him. He silently sipped at his drink, while his thoughts wandered through the fields of his mind.