PLATINUM STORIES - ISSUE#1 (Amy M and Silverback)
"I... It's nothing, guys. Nothing, really." - Little Quaid shivers, roughing up his sleeves and twisting his hands. The man glances to the side. Amy and Silver follow: Little Q's eys always betrayed him, just like when he fell for Sylvia, his wife. Couldn't take his eyes off of her...
Tonight it's a table of four. His eyes glide there, just for a second, but the musicians get the message - the unwilling deliverance of Q's secrets. At the back, for everyone to see, a table, spending large - booze, pasta, cigars. Three guys, a gal. She's big: large shoulders, short hair, red dress, killer blue eyes, savage and fearless. A blonde man, like her, smokes slowly, whispering to his short, bearded colleague. The last one's pale like moonlight, eating quietly. The four stare at Little Q with no reservations or subtlety.
Clyde limps closer to the table, subtly, aligning his cuffs.
He leans forward, scanning around.
"Trouble?" - he asks bluntly. "I can call Dan" - his cop contact - "... Or..."