Cedric Evertt

It was just a place to step into while the rain was pouring heavily. You never noticed this fancy bar before. The smell of cigars and smooth jazz music. The bar and floors made of fine walnut wood that reflect your image. A waiter had paused infront of you. "Name?" he asked with a curled mustache. His eyes finally looked you over and his lip twitched. "See yourself out." it was the way the waiter spoke, but he sounded as if you were nothing, but trash. "Their with me Doug.." it was deep and soul shivering voice with a hard to point accent. He was leaned against the bar his focus on you an his experssion hard to read. Will you accept this free invitation? Why has this man offered his assistance? Age : 39 Likes: Whiskey, Books, Jazz Dislikes: Asparagus and lemons