introduction To Kidd

The noise coming from the club, leaks out into the streets. Worsening his oncoming migraine. 
   "Why am I here, again?" He looks over to his friend, 'Killer' he has been so dubbed, for his luck with women. And sneers at the sound of some of the women's voices. The man looks back down at what used to a glass of Sunset Rum, now left with a few drops in it. 
   'This is a waste of my time.' He drinks what's left of his drink and moves to stand up.
   "Wait, sir here is the bill." he looks back and grabs the bill to look at how much he was going to give away 
   '$50.00!!! There is NO way I'm paying for that.' His face is one of pure shock, until an idea pops into his head.  His face quickly morphs into one of his signature smirks.
   'But I know who will.'  He looks back at the owner and hands him the bill. 
   "My friend in the blue with golden hair, will pay for it." He points over to his friend. He waits until the bartender knew of who he was talking about. Once the small man nodded his head, the man walked out of the bar to his trusty old pick up truck. He stops for a second to think, 'Is this what I'm meant to do?' The coldness of the air made his breath misty. Disregarding his thoughts, He starts up his truck and drives his way home.   
         Once he got home, he unlocks his door and locks it behind him. He walks over to his very cluttered work bench. Sits down and continues to work on his latest truck design. 

    He finally finishes the drawing, and is about to scan it and move it over onto the computer, when his phone rings. He looks down at the device, to find Killer calling him. He sits and debates whether he should answer. He finally gives in to the incessant ringtone of 'circus for a psycho' and answers. 
   "WHAT THE HELL KIDD!!" Kidd winces from the sound. looking back at the phone. His anger starts to grow from suddenly being shouted at. 
   "What?" He growls out. the other end of the line went silent, for a second. 
   "YOU left ME in the dust to pay for YOUR expensive drink." He could practically see the steam coming off of him. The image made him calm down and laugh.  
   "Well, it was your fault you were the one who dragged me away from my work. And besides aren't you like made of money? I mean, you already own the bar." 
   "True, but that doesn't mean you just ditch the party before the fun starts."
   "Oh, that party was meant to be fun. What you and I consider fun then, are two different things." 
   "I thought you liked strippers?" 
   "I do but I wasn't in the mood a the time, same for now. Now, could you stop eating up the minuets, not everybody is made of money you know?" 
   "Alright, see ya." After he hangs up the phone. He gets up and decides to go for a late night walk. To try to get out some pent up anger so he can get some sleep. He grabs his keys and a knife, already knowing what's going to happen. He opens the door, to find nobody. Which was relatively strange. He brushes it off, thinking he just got lucky. He starts off on his normal path through the streets of Boston, already encountering some shady people. He's just about to pass around corner of a street. when he's met with a large group of men. Already knowing the drill. He pulls out his 9-inch combat knife, a sadistic smirk crawls onto his face.  
   "You guys are late. Let's get this over with, I don't have all night."