Corruption
Why is it always so cold here? Is it really that hard to be warm? Cold isn’t really that nice, people get frustrated when it is to cold. It is really not a challenging task to buy a heater, they aren’t that much Tony I swear, three hundred bucks tops, that way less then you make here in one night. Hell I would help you pay for it, anything to be less cold here. I love it here, this cold thing as got to stop.The bar seemed no different then any other in this part of the city. Small, smelly and beyond pouring with alcohol. Which was why it was also brimming with people, the patrons of this here fine establishment were a ragtag mix of homeless people and CEOs wanting to get away and find something cheap. The one thing they all had in common was an unrivaled need to get the bartenders attention, the man seemed to be on the verge of a stroke or fit of some type.
Serves him right for making me freeze to death with a bunch of hobos, dumb ass. The bar tender seemed to be able to feel the glare from the man seated at the bar and may have said something to him if his many adoring fans had not roared their disapproval at being ignored for the quieter section of the bar, for something as unworthy of their time as a conversation, one that could have ended one of many ways.
A gust of freezing air burst through to the man as the door opened and a group of five nervous college girls stepped into the bar. They looked out of place and more then a little bit scared. This wasn’t a place one normally saw upper class rich girls, if you ever saw one it may have been a sign of the apocalypse. Maybe the world was ending, or maybe they had lost a bet, whatever the reason their arrival had definitely been noticed. They were wearing just enough clothing to be socially respectable in high society, and showing just enough skin to have at least half the male population of the bar staring at them with lust screaming from their faces.
They weren’t like most of the girls down here, or the hide it very well, all the girls down here were always looking for the next score, sex or drugs normally. But sometimes, you find the one that is craving a fight, the man liked ones that hunted for all three, they usually proved the most fun. Other times innocence was nice, the ability to corrupt to over power, was one that he craved. One of the braver of the girls walked away from her group and took a seat next to him. His blue eyes stared at her for a moment, shining in the dark bar, but she looked only at the bartender. The man with the sacred duty of giving these citizens drinks came to her quickly, wishing to escape the ravenous pit that was ‘Tony’s Bar’. He stood in front of her, barely giving the man sitting there a glance. “What can I get you?”
She spoke out in a clear, unafraid voice. “A vodka martini please, thanks.” She told him her order and glanced down to the bar.
“I’ll get that for you, it would be my pleasure.” The seated man told her, smiling. the bartender looked at her for confirmation and went to make her drink only after she nodded.
“Thank you. My name is Allison.” She smiled up at him now, green eyes shining.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Nikkis.”
posted by Barcode @ 2:49 PM
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