(Head to town perhaps. A thriving alchohol smuggling industry must appeal to one of you at least.)
Looking up at the washroom mirror before him, Galen dwelled on the same questions which had plagued his mind for the past two years. A silent letter at his doorstep, a flash of blue, and now he was apparently a member of the very few non-humans in respectable society. The real issue was figuring out how he'd gotten to be in this situation. He had all human ancestors as far as he or his parents could tell, and considering his family's standing loathing of nonhumans, it was unlikely any of them were responsible for his strange predicament. Running a smooth steel comb through his bedium-length brown hair, he shifted his brown eyes to the light brown-gold of something else, something that was definitely not what people called Galen Mikhael Fowler, before returning them to their original shade shortly after. He continued his preparations, readying to work late into the night following his short respite, belting on his holster and putting on his coat, and was soon heading into town to the diner he had been visiting for the past few weeks. After this, it would soon be another day at the gun shop, working on his latest modifications in hopes of getting another order from the SFPD. Maybe one day, he might get a chance to discuss some dealings with the higher-ups, but for now, this was more than enough.
He walked through the diner's glass door, lined with a polished steel frame, and suddenly heard the sound of the morning working men who were all earning a living in one way or another. More than likely, at least a dozen were recovering from hangovers, despite the recent Prohibition Act. "Illegal to sell, illegal to buy" he thought, "but not illegal to consume or posess. Oh how our glorious system of justice shows one of its many cracks." He sat at the smooth stool of the main counter, placing his order, and waiting deep in thought. His mind was somewhat slowed by his rest, but he had work to be done. Gangsters didn't wait, and neither should he.
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