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“Hey buddy, wake up man. Wakey wakey!” When you open your eyes, even the small bit of light filtering through the windows stings. You don’t feel rested, you feel crusty. Like Hell warmed over. Lifting your head off the bar, you squint your eyes and force the fuzzy, speaking mass in front of you to clear up and take shape. It’s Tony. That’s right, you never left the bar last night. “Tony… Wha- What time is it?” He laughs, evidently feeling better than you, and says “Shit man, it’s 1:24 in the afternoon. We really tied one on last night, heh, I only woke up 30 minutes ago. Jesus, at our age we should really go easier. But anyways pal, I’m gonna have to close up the bar for now, got some business that needs doing. But come on by tonight, I might have some work for you, if you’re interested.”
You mutter something non-committal and make your way outside. Good God, since when did the sun get so fucking <span class="mu-s">bright?!</span> As you sit in your car, you fish your cigarette pack out of your pocket, and feel something dry and crinkly brush up against your fingers. Popping the last lucky cigarette out of the pack and lighting it, you pull out the piece of paper and squint at it. You can just make out a sentence in fancy handwriting: “Come to the apartments at 427 Jefferson Avenue, apartment 224 I need the help of a detective. And I think I can help you too - A Friend In Need”
Huh. Well, that’s different. You’re tempted to turn to paranoia, that the address might be a trap. You know as well as anyone that you’ve made plenty of enemies over the years, both when you were a cop and when you were booted out. But then again, it could just as likely be what it says it is. A friend in need, huh? And what did they mean by they could help you too? Looking up at the sky, you can just barely make out the sun behind a wall of dark, roiling clouds. Another day in paradise…
>Due to excessive consumption of drugs and alcohol the night before, Roland has a -10 to all rolls until either the next day, or he chases the hair of the dog that bit him. You have 1 use of marijuana, 2 uses of cocaine, 2 uses of amphetamines and 5 uses of those mysterious blue pills remaining, as well as 3550$ total, with 550$ on you currently. Write in what drugs to use with your post, if any at all, and different drugs have different effects on both how you act, and your rolls.
>Bury your paranoia and go to the apartments at Jefferson. Work is work, and you can’t deny that your more than a little curious on just how this stranger can ‘help you’.
>Give Sammy a call, see what she’s up to. You feel like hell but it would be nice to see the closest thing you have to a lover right now, and hanging with her would be better than staring at the wall in your shitty apartment.
>Kill time until sundown, and then head back to see Tony. Most of the shit he has you do is pretty easy, and you can never have enough money after all.
>Write in.
