Halfway point!
I hit the halfway point of The Opposite Side right now. Almost there!! So here is a snippet:
The Wolves housed themselves in the Tioga Hotel, one of the oldest buildings in town. It stood eight stories tall towards the end of Main Street. The place had recently been repainted, a nice off white with green trimming, to match some of the businesses it housed along the bottom. Usually all the scum hung out around the Tioga. The Wolves made money by dealing drugs, pimping out their females, and other illegal things. Patrick stopped the car on M Street. They all looked over at the old hotel. “You sure you want to do this?” “If Rich locked me up, he was doing it for Jonathan. And I want to know what’s going on,” Leslie said as she got out of the car. Patrick and Colin got out as well. As she walked up to the hotel, the smell of barbeque filled the air as they passed by the Tioga Café and walked into the court yard. A blind old black man sat by the door. “Leslie, he’s busy,” the man said as she walked by. “Oh well,” she said passing him by. “We don’t like bears in our place,” he said as Patrick passed. He ignored the man and followed behind Leslie. Patrick hated the wolves just as everyone in his pack did but he hated them more because of being a Supervisor and busting them every month for something dumb they did. They walked into the hotel. The inside was a mess of red color and old smelly furniture. A human would be turned off by the old smell of liquor and stale cigarette smoke that lingered in the air. Wolves lounged around playing cards, dice, drinking, flirting. They all went quiet when the three entered. Leslie, wearing her usual, jeans, t-shirt and hoody, didn’t even pause. She made her way to the elevator, and hit the button. Her foot tapped the dirty carpet that had lost its original color many years ago.
The Wolves housed themselves in the Tioga Hotel, one of the oldest buildings in town. It stood eight stories tall towards the end of Main Street. The place had recently been repainted, a nice off white with green trimming, to match some of the businesses it housed along the bottom. Usually all the scum hung out around the Tioga. The Wolves made money by dealing drugs, pimping out their females, and other illegal things. Patrick stopped the car on M Street. They all looked over at the old hotel. “You sure you want to do this?” “If Rich locked me up, he was doing it for Jonathan. And I want to know what’s going on,” Leslie said as she got out of the car. Patrick and Colin got out as well. As she walked up to the hotel, the smell of barbeque filled the air as they passed by the Tioga Café and walked into the court yard. A blind old black man sat by the door. “Leslie, he’s busy,” the man said as she walked by. “Oh well,” she said passing him by. “We don’t like bears in our place,” he said as Patrick passed. He ignored the man and followed behind Leslie. Patrick hated the wolves just as everyone in his pack did but he hated them more because of being a Supervisor and busting them every month for something dumb they did. They walked into the hotel. The inside was a mess of red color and old smelly furniture. A human would be turned off by the old smell of liquor and stale cigarette smoke that lingered in the air. Wolves lounged around playing cards, dice, drinking, flirting. They all went quiet when the three entered. Leslie, wearing her usual, jeans, t-shirt and hoody, didn’t even pause. She made her way to the elevator, and hit the button. Her foot tapped the dirty carpet that had lost its original color many years ago.
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