Okay so this is a story
Featuring Law, Killer, Doflamingo and Kid
No regrets
Kill me
Poison.
Red wine slithered out of the bottle into a cup, and seconds later was downed by a raven haired teenager. The bartender eyed the man suspiciously—watching his red leather jacket, curvy collarbone, ripped jeans, black choker–surely he had to be under twenty-five to dress so grungy. There was thick eye liner licked right under the supposed teen's eyes, and tan, caramel skin so milky and smooth it'd make every woman shiver. His only imperfection was his stare; he held eyes so cold you'd think they were painted on by the devil himself.
Law, the man, eyed his empty glass, seeing stars appear due to his empty stomach. If it weren't for free red wine Tuesday he'd be starving. But perhaps his good looks would earn him a meal…
He cleared his throat, standing in his tight as hell work pumps and strode around. It was dark, but the pink and purple bar lights were blinding, and the indie rock music was quite loud.
Bingo. He spotted a girl sitting with a friend. She looked average, a little underweight, brown straight hair.
As he approached her, he caught her purple eyes and a shot of adrenaline hit him. Were her eyes real? Only one family had eyes of that type–and they were the Strikers, royalty at its best.
"Hello there," Law said in a silky voice, gentle but with a sexy, husky sound. The girl immediately stopped talking and looked over to him. Redness enveloped her face.
"..s' hot.." he heard the girl whisper to her friend with a snicker.
Easy, Trafalgar thought. He licked his lips. He would be eating a feast at the bar if this was the Striker girl.
"Sup?" The brunette said to the guy, now seeming uninterested. Her hair was cut into bangs and down, all straight, no sign of a curl or tangle in sight. She didn't exactly seem like royalty, but looks could be deceiving.
"Um.." She spoke into a lower voice than before. "This may be a little forward but.." Law leaned forward anxiously.
"Do you happen to know the blonde behind you? The one with the ruby red lipstick. She's really hot and–"
Law tuned out the rest, sighing. He simply (quite rudely) got up, walked away, leaving the girl puzzled and a bit angry. He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity.
She was definitely Aubree Striker.
It was a well known fact that she was a lesbian.
"Flirting with a lesbian isn't the best way to get some ass," a man snickered, walking behind Law. He held his hand a little too low as he positioned it around Law's hips.
"Doflamingo.."
Law scoffed, shrugging away from the blond, but being roughly shoved back into the hold. The teen's eyes lit with fire, feeling the man chuckle, his body rocking like a shudder. The laugh was dark and loud.
Two figures spun into Law's vision, one being shoved against a wall, and one viciously angry. They were inaufiabke over the music, yet the attacks were so violent it still attracted attention.
"I'll see you later," the blond man grumbled. He planted a kiss on Law's cheek and slithered away, probably to kill someone for starting a meaningless fight.
Law looked at the clock as it switched to 12 am. His stomach grumbled.
It was now Wednesday.
No more free wine.