Breakdown

[Jacket]

From all the action that happened tonight, Jacket became tired and was quenching for a drink. He was now in the more welcoming tier four. The streets are illuminated with neon colors and nightlife that stand in lines to wait for access to the night clubs and strip clubs. For Jacket, he wasn’t much a partier since he had no time for it or interest. All he wanted to do was just lay back and let go of his worries since tonight was rough for him. Still, his thigh bleeds a little and makes him remember that he needs to fix that. Jacket tried to find a place to get a drink as fast as possible. The Delorean drives up to this one parking lot that is placed in front of a bar that had an orange neon sign called “Marlow’s spot”.

For style, the building wasn’t fancy like those other nightclubs in tier four. It had a diner appearance to it but not being as big as the other bars. There weren’t too many vehicles in the parking lot and looked to be not popular. This was what Jacket liked about the place, it wasn’t packed like those high-tech clubs. He drove in the parking lot and finds a parking space in front of the entrance to the bar. The car gets parked and Jacket summons some bandage to wrap around his thigh. After wrapping it and making sure everything was secured, he opens the gull wing door. His mask was taken off back in tier five after getting away from the crime scene. Jacket shuts the car’s door and proceeds to walk towards the entrance. When the prime started to walk, his thigh begins to hurt which made him limp a little.
 
One of the double doors got opened by a drunken middle aged male with a black beard and hair. The prime used the opposite one to stood clear for the man. He stepped in and saw that half of the diner consisted a long bar with stools. There were booths that are placed on the opposite side of the bar area. The place didn’t even look futuristic but had a modern trend. It wasn’t rowdy in here but there was some chit chat that didn’t make the place too quiet. Customers sat in booths and others sat at the bar drinking their alcoholic beverage. Jacket picked a spot somewhere on the right side of the bar but where he sat, didn’t had anyone else present.
 
The bartender notified Jacket and came over to take his order.
 
“What’ll ya have?” asked the bartender who was a male Klingon.
 
Jacket asked what kind of cocktails they had. The Klingon recommends one that is new called “The Neon Express”. For the name, it intrigued Jacket to try it out which he ordered. Without wasting more time, the bartender starts making the cocktail. While waiting, Jacket sits there and was patient to wait for his drink to be done. After a couple of minutes, he received his drink that was glowing with neon blue and pink colors. This did make him concerned if the drink was safe for his species which the bartender did acknowledged it was no harm to humans. Jacket took a sip and was amazed at how great this drink was. The alcohol did add a little kick to it. He took his time drinking the cocktail and enjoying the taste.
 
Meanwhile, two members of the Mighty Westside Klingons came in from the double doors and sat at the middle part of the bar which the bartender who appeared to be named Marlow, greeted them. They start to have a little conversation which they seem to be friends. Soon after, the bartender got their drinks right away. They were talking earlier about how they needed to stay in this part of the tier due to the popular districts that are controlled by the Orc Mafia. Jacket ignores the conversation and continued to finish his drink.
 
After half of an hour sitting at the bar, the prime finished his last drink and payed the bartender. He didn’t consume too much alcohol and felt fine to drive. Jacket made his way out of the building and to his Delorean. Before going back home, he sat on the hood of his car and began to smoke from his cigarette pack that was in the letterman’s pocket. His smoke break went on for about ten minutes. Tier four remained active at this late time of the night. It feels like this tier never goes to sleep or at least this city. Miami usually was not as busy when it was late at night depending if it was a certain holiday.
 
The Mighty Westside Klingons came out of the bar and walked to their swoop bikes. When they left, his smoke break is done and decided to go home. He opened the gull wing door then shut it and starts up the car immediately. The drive to his apartment took about fifteen minutes where he came from. Jacket parked the car in a parallel parking space in front of the apartment complex. He left his vehicle for the doors which the car dissolves into omnilium.
 
It didn’t take long for him to get to his home which he was eager to rest. When he opened the door to his apartment, the tired prime went straight for bed. Before he went to sleep, he changed his clothes into comfortable ones to sleep which he got from the omnillium. Jacket finally pulled the covers over his body and fell right to sleep.