Under the Neon Lights

It was one of the bad days.

No coffee at home, stacks of paperwork in the office and no coffee there either. Bakery across getting closed, getting splashed while waiting for the traffic light on the way from said bakery... And now this. Betrayed by a milkshake. Jason couldn't even tell the girl behind the counter that the pink abnormality wasn't his order - she looked so haggard, almost pushing the cup in his hands and hurrying off to serve another customer, he didn't have a heart to tell her off.

So here he was now, sitting in his car outside Charlotte's, flashing pink and turquoise neon lights irritating his eyes, strawberry milkshake in one hand and his phone in another. The digital clock on the dashboard showed half past midnight, and if that waiting game dragged any longer, Jason would collect the entire wardrobe from the cutesy little game he was playing.

Unfortunately, his phone rang, making him close the app and bid My Melody goodbye.

"Hey man, it's James from the Charlotte's.

We have a bit of a trouble with some cameras, could you come over to take a look ASAP? We'll pay for the overtime!"

Well, if that wasn't his cue. Jason pocketed his phone without bothering to reply and got out of the car, scowling at the rowdy crowd gathered in front of the club. Walking right past, he turned round the corner and forced his body to relax, look like he belonged in that dimly-lit alley filled with stench of trash and steady beat. Blending in wasn't all that difficult, not with how Jason looked - mint-green letterman jacket with black trimming, plain black converse, baseball cap atop his messy black hair in desperate need of trimming and a baseball bat in hand, circles under his eyes too dark to be healthy.

Just perfect to pass off as a low-rate courier for the two bodyguards waiting by the [Employees only] back entrance.

"State your business," One of them demanded as soon as Jason tried to waltz inside like nobody's business. So much for passing by without raising suspicious.