A small hand grasped and turned the handle to the tavern. A young lady stood at the doorway, looking no older than seventeen. She opened the door, stepping into the entrance glancing at all the tavern's inhabitants. Her soft-green eyes shifted, studying every man for a brief moment. She wore a black trench coat that draped to her feet. A black sleeve-less shirt, a like-belt strapped under her breasts, hidden beneath the coat along with her short black shorts. A slightly large belt held her shorts to her hips, even sagging a bit. A holster was strapped to her left thigh. A Beretta M9 lay silent and untouched inside its holster. Amongst her arms were black finger-less gloves, which stopped right below her elbow. She had red-tipped blonde hair.
Men stared at her, drool reaching their lips. Some staring, exchanging cold glanced at her, even others. Others driven to letting their hormones over come themselves, saying sexual thought aloud.
She began to walk to the counter, taking soft-smooth steps, ones only a mouse could mimic, her smooth-ness in each step not allowing the slightest movement to occur from her draping coat. She stopped, standing in front of a bar stool, which was placed next to a man approximately 6' 4'' in height, having blonde spiked hair. The outfit he wore was black; a black trench coat, covering his tight black T-shirt, slightly black baggy pants, and his black combat boots. His cold blue eyes were staring aimlessly towards the counter, taking the occasional sip from his glass of whiskey.
The young seated herself next to him, looking behind the counter for the bar tender. She smiled, and called with her sweet calm voice, "Can I get the bar tender?"
She nodded after getting the cue from the bar tender, telling her to wait a moment. She turned and faced the man who was seated next to her. She spoke again, this time she had a bit of a serious tone to her voice, "Ah yes, so we meet again."
The man lifted his head from his daze, turning to her. For a moment he stared, at though to be dazing, just stared in her eyes. He blinked, shaking his head, returning to the state of reality, answering her with his monotone voice, "Karinka was it? It was… Why are you in a place like this?"
She smiled, noticing the bar tender, her lips moving talking to the tender, ordering her delightful mix of a glass of half vodka and half Pepsi. The bar tender noted the drink, and drifted off behind the counter to mix her drink. The girl turned back to the soulless sitting next to her.
"As I should be asking you the same, shouldn't you been looking for you next job offering?"
The man shrugged his broad shoulder, "I guess just looking for my next target, you see this place in a gold mine for people who pay for them to be killed," his monotone voice seemed a bit shaky.
"Oh really…" She closed her eyes, picking up her drink, taking a small sip. She closed her eyes as her lips pressed against the edge of the glass, her mouth opening slightly. When she reopened her eyes, she placed the glass back down, licking her lips. She noticed his stare. Her face flushed a bit pink. "Ahh… why must you stare? I'm sure you've seen better than me. I mean, we've only known each other for the total amount of maybe 24 hours?"
The man chuckled, then sipped down the rest of his drink, then answered aloud his current thoughts, "Yes I've seen a lady before, many, just none of your kind, none of your type."
"I guess my ship wrecked on the wrong planet. Or it's just you're lying because I can't bet that much different. I mean, you did save my life and I'm forever grateful, but the confusion comes when you tried to kill me," she added a bit more enthusiasm to the killing part of her sentence.
"I was being paid," his voice became deeper and a bit aggravated.
She shook her head, "Now was are you going to do, Dret, the soulless?"
The stared at her, as though to be searching through her eyes into her soul. His brows narrowing a bit, his deep blue eyes looking as though they were turning black. The young lady stared back, wondering what his thoughts were. Her eyes changing with the mood amongst the tavern, changing from their normal soft green mixed with the bit of honey color around her pupils, the honey color turning gray along with the green darkening. She finished her drink then stood from the stool she sat upon. After long moments of silence the man spoke, his words soft, almost a whisper, to a volume only she could hear, "If you leave you'll have the chance of being harassed, raped even. The streets are dark and crowed with vermin. Can't you just wait a moment so I can walk you to your apartment? I've decided to switch things a bit, just don't be getting any wrong ideas. I could kill at any instant."
She sighed, returning her answer, her voice calm and whispering, "As you see, I can no stay. These men are drawn to sex they cannot control themselves. By me staying, I tease them with what little movement I do and what words I speak. I know not many ladies like me staying in the barren streets within this sector, but I'm crazy. I'll do almost anything that may have the consequence of death. It's as though my life is meaningless with out the pure amusement of practically killing myself," she place money down on the counter.
This chapter was infact written by Lauren, John's loving Girl Friend.
Thanks for the chapter Lauren. YAY LESS WORK FOR ME!
Men stared at her, drool reaching their lips. Some staring, exchanging cold glanced at her, even others. Others driven to letting their hormones over come themselves, saying sexual thought aloud.
She began to walk to the counter, taking soft-smooth steps, ones only a mouse could mimic, her smooth-ness in each step not allowing the slightest movement to occur from her draping coat. She stopped, standing in front of a bar stool, which was placed next to a man approximately 6' 4'' in height, having blonde spiked hair. The outfit he wore was black; a black trench coat, covering his tight black T-shirt, slightly black baggy pants, and his black combat boots. His cold blue eyes were staring aimlessly towards the counter, taking the occasional sip from his glass of whiskey.
The young seated herself next to him, looking behind the counter for the bar tender. She smiled, and called with her sweet calm voice, "Can I get the bar tender?"
She nodded after getting the cue from the bar tender, telling her to wait a moment. She turned and faced the man who was seated next to her. She spoke again, this time she had a bit of a serious tone to her voice, "Ah yes, so we meet again."
The man lifted his head from his daze, turning to her. For a moment he stared, at though to be dazing, just stared in her eyes. He blinked, shaking his head, returning to the state of reality, answering her with his monotone voice, "Karinka was it? It was… Why are you in a place like this?"
She smiled, noticing the bar tender, her lips moving talking to the tender, ordering her delightful mix of a glass of half vodka and half Pepsi. The bar tender noted the drink, and drifted off behind the counter to mix her drink. The girl turned back to the soulless sitting next to her.
"As I should be asking you the same, shouldn't you been looking for you next job offering?"
The man shrugged his broad shoulder, "I guess just looking for my next target, you see this place in a gold mine for people who pay for them to be killed," his monotone voice seemed a bit shaky.
"Oh really…" She closed her eyes, picking up her drink, taking a small sip. She closed her eyes as her lips pressed against the edge of the glass, her mouth opening slightly. When she reopened her eyes, she placed the glass back down, licking her lips. She noticed his stare. Her face flushed a bit pink. "Ahh… why must you stare? I'm sure you've seen better than me. I mean, we've only known each other for the total amount of maybe 24 hours?"
The man chuckled, then sipped down the rest of his drink, then answered aloud his current thoughts, "Yes I've seen a lady before, many, just none of your kind, none of your type."
"I guess my ship wrecked on the wrong planet. Or it's just you're lying because I can't bet that much different. I mean, you did save my life and I'm forever grateful, but the confusion comes when you tried to kill me," she added a bit more enthusiasm to the killing part of her sentence.
"I was being paid," his voice became deeper and a bit aggravated.
She shook her head, "Now was are you going to do, Dret, the soulless?"
The stared at her, as though to be searching through her eyes into her soul. His brows narrowing a bit, his deep blue eyes looking as though they were turning black. The young lady stared back, wondering what his thoughts were. Her eyes changing with the mood amongst the tavern, changing from their normal soft green mixed with the bit of honey color around her pupils, the honey color turning gray along with the green darkening. She finished her drink then stood from the stool she sat upon. After long moments of silence the man spoke, his words soft, almost a whisper, to a volume only she could hear, "If you leave you'll have the chance of being harassed, raped even. The streets are dark and crowed with vermin. Can't you just wait a moment so I can walk you to your apartment? I've decided to switch things a bit, just don't be getting any wrong ideas. I could kill at any instant."
She sighed, returning her answer, her voice calm and whispering, "As you see, I can no stay. These men are drawn to sex they cannot control themselves. By me staying, I tease them with what little movement I do and what words I speak. I know not many ladies like me staying in the barren streets within this sector, but I'm crazy. I'll do almost anything that may have the consequence of death. It's as though my life is meaningless with out the pure amusement of practically killing myself," she place money down on the counter.
This chapter was infact written by Lauren, John's loving Girl Friend.
Thanks for the chapter Lauren. YAY LESS WORK FOR ME!