You dashed down the path leading from your targets house. Everything had gone smoothly, well until you realized it was an ambush from the MPs. Still, you still managed to kill the target, get what you needed and escape from the window. All before a mob of Mps began to chase you into the street. You hugged the cloak harder around you, you mentally sighed watching your breath wisp in front of you. iwhy did you have to work in this cold weather? Let alone this late…/i you were brought back into reality and out of your thoughts by yelling.
"Where the hell is she?!" "The brat vanished!" "Keep formation, we'll find her and drag her down." You smirked, they were panicking. You always managed to get away even if it was without you realizing it, sometimes you even thought if those idiots where stupid or blind. Either way you found it very amusing and had fun messing with them from time to time. Although this time you had to hurry and get back to 'HQ' before dawn broke, or you would be in trouble. Forcing yourself to run faster in the bitter cold you eventually dashed away from the scene.
"Yo! Finny I'm back." You opened the back door to your friend's pub, the smell of beer and wine welcomed you as well as the chiefs yummy cooking. Finnian turned from serving drinks smiling.
"Welcome back _. What took you so long?" You just sighed as he handed you a drink of water. Sub (A/N: Reader-chan is 14 so she can't drink….yet she is an assassin. Anime logic kids!)/Sub You sigh drinking the much needed water.
"Sorry Fin I don't feel like serving tonight…" You let out a tired yawn and drank the rest of the water.
"Don't worry I have Joe to serve, anyway the drunks will start coming in anyway so I don't want you near them." You let out a smile and nodded, thanking him for the drink and ran up to your room. You had lived with Finnian since you were 9 after your mother had died; you never knew who your father was apparently he was a thug although you never paid too much attention when it came to him. Finnian had found you after you clasped out back after you ran away seeing your mother killed and took you in. Since then you grew up to be an assassin when you were 11 to try and find a connection to the assassin who killed your mother, but to no avail you just kept killing for no reason well you did get money but you had a job at Finny's pub for that. You groaned opening your tattered door and flung yourself onto your bed, you couldn't even be bothered to take off your cloak. Although even half asleep already you opened your bedside draw and flung the targets bag inside, you didn't even know what was in it but your client told you not to look and just take it so that's just what you did. Now falling asleep you muttered a quick goodnight and fell asleep.
"_! _! Wake up!" You stirred from sleep not wanting to leave your borrow of softness, Lazily you waved a hand telling whoever it was to go away as you snuggled back to sleep. Thinking the person had gone and left you to peaceful dreams you rolled over but then,
"God, you're lazy." Suddenly the world tilted and spun around you. You shrieked as you hit the hard wooden floor, your (E/C) eyes shot open to glare at who ever had disturbed your wonderful sleep, let alone throw you to the floor. (Because Reader-chan loves sleep…)You opened your eyes to find Finnian looking over you,
"What the hell fin?!" You yelled at him. He had a small triumphant smirk on his face as he held out his hand for you to take,
"Well, the bar's about to open and not only your client is going to come in, I need someone to serve." You rubbed the back of your head awkwardly and smiled as you took it,
"Ok…but just 5 mo-" Before you could finish he shoved your uniform (Maid dress-ish thing, coz why not? Fan-serves, people) in your face and walked out the room.
"Work _, work." He shut the door behind him leaving you in your messy cramped room in a foul and tired mood.
"Work….work…." You grumbled getting undressed; you could already tell this was going to be a rubbish day for you, probably won't get a tip all day or something. You sighed, once you were dressed in the thing you despised most you grumbled down the creaky stair case to the kitchen casually tying your (H/C) hair into a ponytail as you went and grabbed a piece of toast Finnian seemed to had made for you, slightly burnt but not too bad.
"At least he made me breakfast…" You stuffed a bit in your mouth and looked around aimlessly. Bored you took the plate and sat at the bar until Finnian came downstairs in his bar tending suit he seemed to have done something different with his hair, it was sort of spiky yet smart.
"Oooo…sexy." You laughed as he rolled his eyes; he grabbed an apron and tied it around him. It had been forever since you had worked a full day at the bar, I mean you being an assassin and all, there was even a week you had to hide out all the way across town because you punched a MP in daylight. In your defence he tried hitting on you and to make you kiss him so he deserved it. You couldn't help but smirk at the memory,
"Right, guess we better open before there's a queue." His shoes clacked on the polished floor and you went to go put the plate back onto the kitchen, you could already hear the chatter of customers as they made their way to the bar stools and tables. Surprisingly Finnian's bar was quite busy, it was the only drink and dine pub for a couple of blocks. You made your way into the pub, not many people were there may be around 10 or 11 but all regular characters. A group of men waved you over,
"Hey! Long-time no see _, where have you been?" Only a few people knew you were an assassin but to these people you are just _ the waitress. You walked over to them smiling,
"I haven't been too well and Fin insisted I take it easy." You lied smiling as sweet as you could; you were quite the convincing liar. They laughed and nodded as you grabbed out your note pad,
"Finnian's quite a guy! He cares so much for you." You smiled. He was quite a guy you had to admit. Looking after some kid he barely knew for six years,
"So anyway what'll it be?" You asked as the men looked at the menu.
"The normal?" You asked, not wanting to waste too much time since you did have other customers as well as your client. They all nodded,
"You know how to please a guy." The man named Mark joked; you chuckled a little waving and walked off to get their order. You sighed, life was normal again. You swung open the door and got their food ready,
"Finally…" You breathed. Suddenly you noticed the bar had gone rather quiet, too quiet for your liking. Curious you peeked your head round the door, your eyes widened as you tried to contain a gasp, 'What were the survey corps doing here?!"