Post by Gemini de Mille on May 30, 2021 10:07:03 GMT -5
Participants: Gemini & Ravager
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): La Loca Bar, Managua, Guatemala
Time of Day: Midnight
Weather: Storm brewing
Summary: Rose has received a tip off that her mother's been sighted at a bar in Guatemala. She goes alone to investigate, which turns out not to be a good idea.
If there was one thing that the locals in the Las Brisas suburb of Managua could agree on it was that the La Loca Bar was a dump. But it was a dump with strong alcohol and so it was popular with locals, although tourists steered well clear. On a Tuesday evening the bar had only a couple of patrons, the creaking old ceiling fan doing nothing to disperse the cloud of cigarette smoke and the still more oppressive tropical heat. There were only two staff; the owner Luis, a man so old that his shuffle from one side of the bar to the other took what seemed like half the night and a new hire; an Asian woman, her face lined with past grief and the shadow of fear, formerly dark hair starting to grey with age, currently cleaning some of the grimy glasses at the bar. Carmen had been the name she'd given when Luis hired her and he had no reason and less motivation to question it.
"Hora de cierre!" Carmen called out, her Spanish tinged with an exotic accent, Cambodian, not that any of the locals knew that or really cared. There were a few groans, but otherwise the patrons began to slowly file out, prompting Luis to begin to move to the door to lock it behind them. "No te preocupes Luis, te cerraré." She said with a smile and the old man nodded gratefully, slowly shuffling over to the door leading up to his apartment. Clearing the glasses away, making sure that all the doors and windows were locked and sweeping away all the remnants of the day's customers, cigarette butts, broken glass and small puddles of spilled beer. It was an irritating charade to have to go through, but it needed to be done if she were not to draw any suspicion. With luck the payoff to this little act would make the last few days entirely worth it.
No sooner had the thought passed through Carmen's head than she felt a vibration in her pocket. Checking to see that Luis had gone (he had, although his wheezing as he ascended the stairs was still audible), she pulled out a surprisingly high end phone, smiling at the message that had come through from her contact at the airport. There were only two words, but they said everything she needed to know: 'She's here.'
At last. Carmen Estevez or rather Lillian Worth as she needed to think of herself, smirked and moved over to begin cleaning the table tops at the bar, making sure to stand in a spot which she knew could be seen from the street outside through a half-closed shutter. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): La Loca Bar, Managua, Guatemala
Time of Day: Midnight
Weather: Storm brewing
Summary: Rose has received a tip off that her mother's been sighted at a bar in Guatemala. She goes alone to investigate, which turns out not to be a good idea.
If there was one thing that the locals in the Las Brisas suburb of Managua could agree on it was that the La Loca Bar was a dump. But it was a dump with strong alcohol and so it was popular with locals, although tourists steered well clear. On a Tuesday evening the bar had only a couple of patrons, the creaking old ceiling fan doing nothing to disperse the cloud of cigarette smoke and the still more oppressive tropical heat. There were only two staff; the owner Luis, a man so old that his shuffle from one side of the bar to the other took what seemed like half the night and a new hire; an Asian woman, her face lined with past grief and the shadow of fear, formerly dark hair starting to grey with age, currently cleaning some of the grimy glasses at the bar. Carmen had been the name she'd given when Luis hired her and he had no reason and less motivation to question it.
"Hora de cierre!" Carmen called out, her Spanish tinged with an exotic accent, Cambodian, not that any of the locals knew that or really cared. There were a few groans, but otherwise the patrons began to slowly file out, prompting Luis to begin to move to the door to lock it behind them. "No te preocupes Luis, te cerraré." She said with a smile and the old man nodded gratefully, slowly shuffling over to the door leading up to his apartment. Clearing the glasses away, making sure that all the doors and windows were locked and sweeping away all the remnants of the day's customers, cigarette butts, broken glass and small puddles of spilled beer. It was an irritating charade to have to go through, but it needed to be done if she were not to draw any suspicion. With luck the payoff to this little act would make the last few days entirely worth it.
No sooner had the thought passed through Carmen's head than she felt a vibration in her pocket. Checking to see that Luis had gone (he had, although his wheezing as he ascended the stairs was still audible), she pulled out a surprisingly high end phone, smiling at the message that had come through from her contact at the airport. There were only two words, but they said everything she needed to know: 'She's here.'
At last. Carmen Estevez or rather Lillian Worth as she needed to think of herself, smirked and moved over to begin cleaning the table tops at the bar, making sure to stand in a spot which she knew could be seen from the street outside through a half-closed shutter. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
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