"Bad night? " Venus asked the co-owner of her club who was currently slumped on her bar, pressing her face against the wood of the counter.
The girl responded with a long, muffled grunt.
"I'm going to take that as a 'no'."
The girl looked up, staring at Venus with her eyes almost hidden by the glint of her glasses.
"I...might've fucked up." she said with a guilty tone.
"How big of a fuck?"
Can't be worse than being on the wrong side of the Russian mafia, right?
"Have you noticed the exploded building next door?"
"Fuck."
The top floors of the LaCroix foundation building was blown up a week ago. Venus was lucky that she even got any customers lately with all the police presence.
"That was you?"
"Yeah."
Somehow Venus was not too surprised. Perhaps it was because their first meeting somehow involved the entire mafia presence in the downtown area suffering from mysterious death overnight.
"Are you a terrorist now?"
"Well, I'm a terror alright." The girl sighed. Well, she tried to sigh, but no air was coming out.
"Long story short, I kind of need to disappear quick."
Venus put one hand on her face. For some reason, she's feeling like laughing.
"Well, I don't know if I could help, but…"
Venus gave a signal for the girl to wait, then she turned around and walked away towards the stairs that led to her office.
Some minutes later, she came back with a heavy looking paper bag in her hand.
"Since I'll probably never see you again, I'm buying your half of the ownership."
The girl looked sadly at the pile of money on the counter, then slowly moved her hand towards it.
"If I got murdered before spending it I'll find someway to get these back to you. "
"Don't bother. "
Money in hand, the girl stood up before heading towards the turnstiles at the exit door.
"See ya later, Venus. Or not." the girl said weakly, waving as she walked away.
"Yeah, night."
To her dismay, Venus somehow knew that she'd see that girl again.
Probably too soon.