Dan began to enjoy his beer, "It's great finding work and all, but I was kind of hoping to enjoy my weekend a little."
"I will pay you..."
"You better." He gave a coy look from beneath his bandana, "I might be willing to get started a little earlier though. You seem more interesting than my usual clients."
"Yep, that's me interesting and awesome." Jack took a self-satisfactory swig.
A skinny ratty looking man made his way over to the table looking around nervously, stealling glances at Dan while ringing his hands.
Jack greeted him, "Hello Troy."
Dan felt it only polite to greet his as well, "Heya Troy!"
The new guy's voice seemed to match his appearance, "You never said you'd have company."
"Shut up and sit down Troy."
"but..."
Jack shoots him a look and he does it. Wasn't hard to tell that he didn't have much patience for this man, "You got the information I wanted?
"Yes, but…"
And there was the end of the rope that was Jack's patience. Dan watched this little exchange intently while reclining in his chair and enjoying his beverage.
Troy finally slides over a piece of paper, "All I got is a name."
Jack takes the slip, "It'll do." Suddenly, he perks up ever so slightly and glances around the club.
Dan leans in, "Wow, pretty secretive here aren't we? Gonna let everyone in the bar know you're up to no good."
"God damnit Troy... Dan, how good are you in a fight?"
"I can hold my own."
Jack slides the paper into his pocket, "Good 'cause apparently, Troy, here was followed."
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Troy." Dan chides, as he casually shrugs his jacket off, "How many we got incoming?"
"But I wasn..." Their informant's words are cut off when a muscular man throws him back.
A heavy sigh from Jack, "God damn it, Troy." The two little men both turned to see a group of seven guys, each looking tougher than the last, but looks were deceiving, "And what can we do for you shit heads today?"