A woman sat at a bar alone, sure several men had hit on her and asked to buy her a drink, but she wasn't interested in the cocky, "I-can-get-anyone-I-want-and-you-should-be-ecstatic-that-I-picked-you" type of guy. She couldn't blame them though; she looked very tempting in her classic "little black dress" look, her favorite black dress that had t-shirt sleeves, and stopped mid-thigh as well as its ability to shimmer when in the light. Her dirty blonde, almost brown, hair pulled out of her face by a single black ribbon, but it was too far back to get her bangs so they hung over her left eye, giving her a wave of mystery. Her dark blue eyes gazed across the room, waiting for the next guy to come up and buy her a drink hoping to get lucky, which explained the several empty beer bottles sitting in front of her, unfortunately for them she could drink many beers without showing the slightest sign of being tipsy, a trick she picked up in the few years she picked up as an undercover spy for the CIA. Of course being burned wasn't part of the plan, even if it had only been a few months ago, but someone had to take blame for mistakes, especially when people get killed. When your partner is one of the "important" people and they "didn't have anything to do with it" you automatically take the blame, even if they were the one who killed. Then again, nothing ever comes simple for a spy.
Then someone pulled her out of her thoughts buy saying "hey there cutie wanna drink, it's on me?" it was another guy asking to buy her a drink, what a surprise, he was the classic tall, dark, and handsome, ink black hair slicked back with too much gel with some 4 o'clock shadow trying to make himself look rugged. She politely declined and looked around the room again. Her eyes caught with a man who appeared to be looking straight at her, not the girl in front of him but as she looked closer she could see his eyes were not focused at all. 'Oh, he's a blind man, wonder if he is anything like Sam was'. She examined him, he had shaggy brown hair and a smirk on his face, and he was rather handsome, in a boy-next-door sort of way. She was once again pulled out of her thoughts buy the same man as before "are you sure, I've not known many women who decline a free drink", he was awful persistent, that's another thing she doesn't like guys who don't take a hint. Men think "no" mean "yes" and "get lost" means "take me I'm yours". She turned him down again and looked back at the blind man, but he was gone, the bleach blonde girl he was with was looking over at the bar, close to where she was. The woman had her hair pulled back into a sloppy bun, and a skirt-suit on, but what caught her eye was the shade of lipstick she had on, it was pink with the slightest color of purple, very unique.
She was interrupted yet again but the same man practically demanding to buy her a drink, she was about to give him a verbal assault when she heard a different voice, "I believe when a woman declines a drink offer twice you should take the hint and get lost before she losses her temper" the voice sounded soft but firm at the same time. She turned around to find the man she was looking at before, the blind man. She was rather surprised to see him; most guys wouldn't try to defend her, unless they were trying to get her for themselves. the man who was trying to buy her a drink glared at the man but then walked away but only after writing his number on a napkin and saying "if you ever want to have a good time, with someone who can see how beautiful you are" then winking as he walked away. She looked at him with distaste then turned back to the blind man and smiled, even though she knew it would be unseen, and as she took a lighter out of her small clutch said, "Thanks that guy was a real creep".
She lit the lighter and burned the napkin. As she was putting the lighter away the blind man said "my pleaser, I hate it when men treat women like objects to be gambled with" "what do you mean 'to be gambled with'?" "He made a bet with his friends at that table over there that he could get your name and number in less than 5 minutes" she looked over at the table and sure enough the group of guys was laughing at the guy who hit on her. "Oh" was the genius comment she made 'stupid, stupid, stupid' was all that was going through her head. He smiled and said "you must burn a lot of paper if you burn every number a guy gives you" she laugh at that comment, a small laugh but a laugh none the less, 'yes he is definitely like Sam' she thought. No one had been able to get her to laugh since the incident. His smile got wider when he heard her laugh. "would it be alright if I bought you a drink, or would that be over stepping a boundary?" she shook her head and said "not at all but I think miss purple lipstick might get mad" referring to the blonde he was originally with who was now glaring at her. "she won't mind she said she had to meet up with someone anyway" right after he said that miss purple came over and kissed his cheek after saying she'd see him later 'marking her territory' she thought "oh, by the way I'm Auggie, Auggie Anderson, and that was Annie" "I'm Emily, Emily Singer," "nice to meet you, Emily Singer" "you as well, Auggie Anderson" "hey bartender, 2 beers"