Second Chance

CHAPTER 11

This was not what I was expecting. The bar we were at was on the outskirts of the city, so I had never gone before. But I was just expecting a typical bar. This, was not. 

I looked forward in front of me and took in the sight. My eyes flicked everywhere, not believing what I was seeing.

There was glass everywhere, and that glass was covered in blood. The floor was flooded in murky water. Bar tenders were running everywhere with brooms and mops and buckets, trying to clean up the disaster. There were large men wearing security shirts and hats blocking drunk customers off from stepping in the flood. But the part I was both confused and shocked at was the fact that there were probably sixty dead fish, of all sizes, laying in the red water.

I looked over at Zo and the guys, who all shared the same face of surprise. Harry turned his head in my direction, but before our eyes could connect, I looked down to Zoella who was already looking at me. She furrowed her eyebrows in a questioning way. 

Fuck. How the hell are we gonna get Micheal now?

One of the security guards noticed us observing the scene. "Oh just give us a minute to clean up the mess and then you can come in," He told us, turning back to the crowd of annoyed people, mainly middle aged men, of course. When I researched this bar, I found out it had a stage for anyone who wanted to go up and... put on a show. They weren't hired strippers but apparently that's exactly what they did. I couldn't see any women with minimal clothes on in the crowd though, so I assumed they must have gone to the washrooms or something. 

I turned back to Zo, then Zayn, with puzzled looks on all our faces. 

They're letting people in tonight? What the fuck?

I turned around towards the little patio outside one of the windows of the bar. I pulled out a chair and sat in it, resting my head in my hands. Zoella came and sat down beside me, leaning back in her chair, followed by Zayn, who sat just a bit too close to her. He's fucking obsessed with her already. 

Harry and Liam made their way over, Harry taking the seat next to me, forcing Liam to go and drag a chair over to the table we were sat at. Harry folded his hands and set them on the table, letting out a huff. "So, Mustang, what's the plan?" He turned towards me, using that stupid fucking nickname in front of everyone. God I will never forgive fucking Maverick for pulling this shit.

"Mustang?" Liam snorted. "That's better than any of mine," He stated, chuckling to himself. 

"What do you call-?" Harry went to ask, but I cut him off, standing up from the table and walking back towards the entrance of the bar. I looked in and saw that the mess had been sufficiently cleaned up, just a bit of seaweed and glass left on the floor. I walked back towards the group, seeing them all looking at me in question.

"They're almost done cleaning up. We don't have to let Nemo and his gang ruin our night," I offered, Harry and Zayn giving me a laugh in response to my joke. Zo sat for a second in thought, and then stood up to stand with me, and grabbed my hand, taking us back over to the door. I heard the rest of them following behind us. 

The mess was now completely gone, as well as the rug that had previously sat on the floor that was now soaked in dead fish water. "Ah hello! Come in, come in, we are back in business!" One of the bartenders welcomed us, ushering us past him and towards the bar. The man standing behind the counter was tall and muscular. He had a smooth shaved head and long curly beard hanging from his chin.

As I approached, the man looked me up and down, smirking at me. He then looked me in the eyes and whistled. "What can I get you pretty lady?" He leaned forward on the counter, his long nose only inches away from me.