It was just another freezing cold night in Chicago. Nothing really moved on the streets, shops and cafes on the central route seemed so silent and lifeless, maybe that was due to complete absence of light that foggy night. You could only hear some dogs barking and the cold air's whistle breezing through your ears. Jailbait decided to go for a walk because he had already finished his tasks for today, so he thought it was about time to go out and breath some fresh air. He wears  his winter coat and his leather boots so that he doesn't take the chances to stumble on the rather slippery road. As he was walking through a narrow street he saw a light coming from a place not far away, maybe he could reach it in like 4 mins of walking. When he had approached the place enough, he saw a big sign over it; "Blues Bros Bar-open all week except Fridays-have a drink with us!". Obviously it was a bar. It seemed nice and peaceful from the outside, and what better than a chill blues night accompanied with a scotch! So Jailbait decided to have a walk in.

It was nice and warm inside the bar. That felt really good as Jailbait was taking out his coat and leaving it on a chair. There were a few people enjoying their drink aswell-you wouldn't describe this place crowded at all. There was a small band too playing some beautiful instrumental blues, you could almost feel the music filling the air with warmth. It was a really pleasant company to Jailbait's ears. The waitress came and asked Jailbait what he would like to drink. "I'll have a dimple on the rocks, thank you". Jailbait sat back and closed his eyes for a bit so he could enjoy the magic tones that were coming from the guitars. He stayed like that for a min or so. When he opened his eyes, he saw a middle aged man sitting in the corner of the room. He couldn't really see his face because it was dark, but it looked somehow familiar. Who knows maybe they've met before. Jailbait noticed that this man was staring at him sitting there, motionless. He seemed like he was dead keeping his eyes half-open in Jailbait's direction. Jailbait gave him a suspicious look for a moment but then he turned his eyes aways because he thought that wasn't something worth his time. Then, the drink he ordered came to his table so he thanked the waitress once more and took a sip from it.

It was already 7 AM and jailbait had lost every sense of time as he was just sitting there and thought about things that concerned. A friend of his got murdered recently and that issue had troubled him for the past few days..he even had trouble sleeping sometimes. As he was sitting there daydreaming, the music suddenly stopped. Jailbait blinked and noticed that the bar was almost empty. Even the band had started packing up their stuff, so only him and the strange man were sitting in the bar. There was some blurred sunlight outside at that time so you could see things more clearly around you. Jailbait turned to the stranger and saw him lighting a cigarette. Now he could see his face. Jailbait had definitely seen this man before but he couldn't remember. Jailbait took a last sip from his whiskey and decided that it was about time to leave and go have some sleep-he was feeling really exhausted by that time. As he stands up and wears his coat, he leaves some cash on the table for his drink, and starts walking out..then suddenly he hears a rough voice behind him "I hope you enjoyed your drink sir because it's gonna be your last one". Jailbait turned around and asked "What?" like he didn't hear what he just told him. The man didn't answer. He just kept on staring on Jailbait, now with an evil smile on his face. Then he repeated "I said I hope you enjoyed your drink because it's gonna be your last one". Then 3 men dressed in black, rushed from the bar's door. Their faces were fully covered. Jailbait felt a sudden sensation of danger standing there doing nothing. He struggled to mumble something but he just couldn't to it. The middle one of the three pulled out a gun and pointed at Jailbait. Then he yelled "You don't belong here asshole!" and shot Jailbait right through his heart.

Jailbait kicked out of his bed and he looked at his hands. They were all sweaty and his heart rate was beyond normal. He looked at the clock next to his bed. It was still only 5 AM. "Shit!" Jailbait whispered to himself. But it was ok. That was just another bad dream nothing more. And he tried to fall asleep again.

that was awsome

thanks! plz don't mind my bad spelling..