Tommy headed into New Jersey on a hunch, some half-remembered dream that pulled him in this direction. The demon seemed pleased by his decision to follow its impulses, which made Tommy hesitant. He didn't like being led around by the nose, but the demon usually knew where to find people to take down. It was better than receiving a visit from Mephisto, however, so Tommy took it for the small blessing it was and headed into the city.
Once he got to Jersey, however, he didn't get any further idea of which way to go so he stopped at the local 8th Street Bar for a drink. It was close to sundown, which meant his time at the wheel wasn't long for this world, but he'd at least enjoy himself while waiting.
He took his first shot of tequila and looked around, waiting for a sign of some kind to tell him where to go.
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Once he got to Jersey, however, he didn't get any further idea of which way to go so he stopped at the local 8th Street Bar for a drink. It was close to sundown, which meant his time at the wheel wasn't long for this world, but he'd at least enjoy himself while waiting.
He took his first shot of tequila and looked around, waiting for a sign of some kind to tell him where to go.