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Maybe it was the way she held herself, in a way that no one could bring her down, that made all the men in the room turn their heads and stare.
Soft tendrils of thick blonde hair cascaded down until her mid back, giving her a classy appearance. Her blue-gray eyes twinkled a bit in the dim glow of the bar that she had just recently arrived at, L'amour.
The L'amour stood at the deserted part of town, away from the bustling streets of New York City.
It seemed empty quite often, or at least when she had walked past. Maybe it was the appearance of the little building it was housed in. It wasn't the ritziest place in the world, but it did the job. She needed a good drink.
The woman stared out the window, absent-mindedly. Every so often a family would walk by, little children tugging playfully on their parent's jackets, begging them to walk faster. She smiled sadly, remembering she never had parents to care for her, the way those children had.
She idly stirred her drink with a straw, so it swirled around in circles, the ice making "clinking" noises as they hit each other. In the back of her mind she faintly heard the tingling of a bell to inform the bar keep that a new customer.
A tall man, who had to be at least a good six feet, casually sauntered over to the bar where she was sitting and plunked down in the barstool beside her.
The man stared at her for a moment before offering her a drink.
" You look like you need something other than that." He said pointing to her non-alcoholic drink.
"No thanks." She replied, quickly adverting her gaze back to her drink. He wasn't the first man to offer her a drink that night. He was probably just like the rest, all looking for much more than a simple drink.
"Aw come on, you don't have to be shy about it."
She looked at him for a second, her sight mainly focused on his goofy-looking puffy hair. He stared back at her with a genuine lop-sided smile that could easily melt any girl's heart. She looked into his eyes, noticing vaguely that they were two different chestnut colors.
"Ok, why not." She said, finally giving in.
"Bar Keep!" I need a bloody Mary on the rocks for the lady." He yelled and smiled at her.
"So, do you have a name or what?" he asked with a all-knowing smirk on his face.
"Julia." She replied quietly, very smoothly.
" A pretty name for a very pretty lady." He said with a wink.
"And you? I don't suppose you have a name…"
"Spike." He said while reaching into his blue suit jacket for a cigarette.
He took out a lighter from his pants pocket, and lit the cigarette with skill from long time use, took a puff from it, smoke swirling upwards.
"You want one?" he offered but she declined.
"I don't smoke. They are cancer sticks." Julia said, taping her fingers idly on the wooden countertop and then smoothing out the top of her black evening dress.
There was a long pause; an awkward silence, before Spike spoke up.
"So Julia, what do you do, I mean, for a job?" he asked as he took another puff from his cigarette, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"Odd jobs for a and you?" she replied, not wanting him to know she worked for the Red Dragon Syndicate. She did not want to reveal too much of herself to a complete stranger.
"Bounty Hunter. Space Pirate. Whatever you want to call it."
She smiled softly at the man before her.
"Hey" he said while staring back out the window " you wanna get outta here? There are better things to do in NY then sit here all night."
Julia nodded her head as he took her hand in his and helped her off the stool. Spike helped her put on her long black overcoat, grabbed his keys, and together they walked out into the cool, brisk night.
Haha ok, my fic. You like? I hope you did! I hope It wasn't too horribly bad for a one-shot ) Reviews will be appreciated! Thanks!
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