Summary: A life crime would eventually catch up to him.
Characters: Danny, Tucker, and the Guys in White
Prompt: Western Guys in White
Day Ten
Danny's gaze slid toward the door when they opened and a pair of men entered the small tavern. Tension filled the air immediately, and Danny casually tugged his scarf up a bit more to hide his face as he hunched over the bar counter where he sat. The men, dressed in their ugly all white attire with black cowboy boots that they somehow managed to keep immaculately clean, approached the bar, standing a little too closely for Danny's comfort.
"We're looking for a wanted criminal," one of the men announced while his partner kept watch around the tavern for any sign of reaction from the patrons. "A man they call Phantom." He slapped a photograph down on the bar. Danny glanced briefly at it, noting the fuzzy image barely made the subject of it recognizable.
The bartender adjusted his glasses as he leaned down the stare at the image. Green eyes narrowed slightly as he frowned. "I think you'd be lucky if you found anyone that even knew what they were looking at," Tucker said, and Danny grinned behind his scarf. Tucker was an old friend and pretty good at acting the part of being oblivious when it came to Danny's less than legal activities, but someone had to do something to stop the tyranny of the town's mayor. With all the taxes, people were starving in the streets, too poor to buy even breadcrumbs to feed their families.
"You think this is the time to be joking?" the man demanded as he leaned over the bar, trying to appear threatening. "He's a violent, dangerous criminal that's destroying the peace of our town. If you know anything about his whereabouts, you'd be wise to tell us everything you know."
"Sorry. Don't serve violent, dangerous criminals here." Tucker shrugged as he returned to wiping clean one of the beer glasses with a cloth rag. "Well," he chuckled, "unless you count Dash coming in to pick a drunken fight every now and then." Several people listening in on the conversation laughed at that comment, knowing full well the blond man tended to stir up trouble whenever he paid a visit to the tavern.
"We'll be watching you," the man warned as he snatched the photograph off the bar. He left the tavern with his partner in tow after they couldn't get any information out of the bartender.
"One of these days," Tucker mumbled, shooting a look to his friend, "they're actually going to wise up and realize you're the Phantom."
"Nonsense." Danny grinned behind his scarf. "They're complete idiots. Can't even take a photograph properly." But he knew Tucker's worries weren't completely unfounded. They were getting closer to finding him, and when they did, Danny knew he would probably have to run, as much as he hated it. He couldn't help the town if he was captured.
midnight: Haha, yeah. XD I had that thought a couple months ago but never wrote anything with it. XD;;;