The Varia commander's plan for tonight was simple: Get drunk until his headache from that stupid boss was gone. As he entered the building that one of the underlings suggested, he was fairly confused to see that people were sitting in a very weird manner. Most of them sat as far away from the bar as they could. At the same time, a woman, most likely in her 20s, sat content on a stool, drinking a margarita. Even weirder, all of the seats next to her were empty. The only person that was there besides her was the bartender, but even he was cautious of how close he got.

It didn't strike him that she was a threat, she was so small. To him she was just a woman, at a bar, drinking. Nothing more than that. She looked cute if anything. With that in mind, he sat right next to her and ordered a Campari. Looking to his left, the woman had stopped drinking and full on glared at him.

"What are you looking at?"

"A white haired bastard that looks likes a woman. Now that I think about it, you probably are one."

Squalo stared for a moment wondering if, one, he heard her right. Two, how he was going to kill her if he did.

The bartender quietly passed him his drink and scurried back to his spot. He downed it immediately, the headache getting worse. What happened next was unexpected. One of the many customers that were keeping a safe distance away from the "devil in Prada", whispered something to a companion that she happened to over hear. It must've been an insult of some kind because she pulled out a hand gun from her jacket and shot near his head.

Rising from her seat, she walked over to the man and picked him up by the collar of his shirt and threatened him with the barrel pressed to his forehead. When she was done scaring him she sat back down and demanded another margarita.

Squalo, more curious than anything now, asked, "Is that why you're by yourself? Because you act like a badass?"

"It's not an act." She replied.

"Oh really? You look nothing more than a little girl with a short temper."

She looked up at him, about to send a bullet into his skull. Squalo noticed the fire in her eyes and tried to help himself back from laughing. She really did look like a child.

The bartender, not trying to have another fight break out, interrupted the two. "Um...sir?"

"What?" He kept his eyes on her still.

"I suggest that you don't bother her..."

"Tch, and why's that?"

The woman placed a few bills on the counter and grabbed her purse before saying, "Because I won't hesitate to neuter you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Why?"

A smirk appeared on Squalo's face. "I just want to see if you're really as bad as these weaklings say."

"I am."

"Then let's test that theory."

"Okay, meet me outside in the parking lot."

"Fine."

After an hour, seven minutes, a broken nose, and two broken ribs later, Squalo collapsed onto the ground, wishing that he kept his loud mouth shut for once.

The woman looked down at him and started to laugh. "You look pretty cute beaten up."

"Shut up, stupid woman."

"Aww, don't be mad, didn't you have fun?" She bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before leaving.

"If you want a rematch, then come next Saturday around midnight. Gotta give you some time to get better."

Squalo chuckled a little. "You're on."

A/N: ahssafd! Onee-chan is surprised that you guys are still following this ;_; She's so so so so sorry that she's been slow with updates! But she's getting home schooled now so the updates should come a little bit faster (if not it's because of her laziness :3). Thank you for still reading this, Onee-chan now has even more of a reason to continue :D Onee-chan loves you all ~!