Round Four Mafia Hit: Day Dream Believer

Frances had just watched the scene with the flirty women giving that poor kid coffee after coffee and all he could think was, that wasn't a bad way to go. Anything to belong, right? He'd have fallen for it and that disturbed him a bit.

Heading to the bathroom in order to clear his head, Frances sighed and leaned against the door a moment wishing he were any where but here. At first, he'd contented himself with daydreaming that they were all war hostages and that when they got out there would be medals, news articles and swooning women, but then people started dieing and it became harder and harder to enjoy the fantasy, besides these people were strange.

He could easily see the that guy, Brad, as Hitler, though he was too tall, but he yelled a lot and made demands. The other girl, who was a bit more reasonable was his, Eva, but the hyper kid and the moody chick with glasses just didn't fit. Then there was the fact that so far the deaths seem to be coming from his fellow priso....hostages.

Frances sighed and looked around the pristine little bathroom, with its cute little coffee bean soap holders and silk hanging plants and decided that it was as far from a gritty POW camp as you could get. further not helping his imagination.

He checked himself in the mirror and saw that he was as neat as ever, flashing a winning smile at his reflection, Frances was about to turn and leave when he saw someone behind him.

"Hey! what the...?"

~*~

Brad was still trying to figure out what made some idiot OD on espresso when he walked into the bathroom. There was someone in here by the evidence of the overcoat and book still laying on the sink counter. He was starting to get suspicious of everything and so took a look under all the stalls, sure enough...legs and headed in the wrong direction. Maybe whoever this was had gotten sick, an espresso drinking contest and this guy was the winner? And by winning, he thought that meant coming out of it still breathing. The things people do to relieve boredom, amazing!

"Hey buddy, you goin to be alright?" Brad loudly announced his presence before getting close enough to look into the open stall.

"Holy frickin shit!" This guy was as far from alright as a person could get, head down in the toilet. At this rate they weren't going to have anyone left -alive- to send out to the police.