I haven't written one of these in a really long time, and I work constantly so it'll be a slow go... Just stick with me! :)
"So… How are the kids doing today?" The bartender asked the customer.
The old man shifted on the bar stool and downed his shot of whiskey. "Alright." He said. "Oldest is getting married in a few months. The wife is driving me crazy with all the preparations for the wedding."
"Hah... Just get your suit and be there on time to walk her down the aisle, that's you're only job." She replied.
The man shook his head and laughed, "I'll try. I've got to get moving though, we are having dinner 'as a family' tonight so I can't sit here any longer."
"Well it was nice seeing you again Bill. Congratulations, you must be proud." She smiled.
"Always am." He beamed. "Oh, excuse me. I didn't even see you there." Bill, as he was leaving, bumped shoulders with a tall man, dressed in a suit with a matching cane and scarf. The accessories glistened in the lights of the StormCloud Bar. He walked with an air of confidence and royalty mixed with arrogance and greed; no eye could turn away as the man made his entrance into the quiet bar. She watched him enter, his eyes meeting no one's but hers.
"Can I offer you anything sir?" She asked politely, knowing full well he wasn't going to order a drink.
"Yes you can, I need someone with a little heat." He responded; with a slight smirk being the only change of expression.
She raised a perfect eyebrow, knowing what the man was hinting at and knew the trouble he brought. "Hey Mike!" The woman yelled at her hired help, "I need you to watch over the bar… I'll be in my office."
"Sure thing ma'am." Mike answered. The young man saw the small exchange between his boss and the stranger, and was puzzled, but knew better than to say anything. The woman had a temper he did not want to rouse.
She leaned forward, touching his arm briefly and bringing her face closer to the man's... "Come." She said. And he did.
They entered her office, a room in the back of the bar with complete different décor. While the bar was homely and warm, the office could be described with no other word but cold. A large black desk and utilitarian chair sat against one wall; a long black couch against the other. One large window opened the space to New York life, letting in the light from the busy streets.
"Please, sit." She gestured to the simple couch as she took a seat at the desk.
"I am Loki of Asgard." He refused the couch, and chose to stand tall as he spoke with authority she did not believe he had.
"I know who you are, Son of Odin. For what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again, Loki?"
Loki tilted his head to the side. "You know me?" He asked. A simple inquiry.
"Yes. I have known you for your whole life, lost prince." This time, it was Aurora's turn to smirk.