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First Meeting

It was a great day you know?

I ate, I slept, I barely got trough an explosion, I punched a couple of guys who tried to steal my stock then I went for a drink

What went wrong you might ask? Well, THIS BITCH KIDNAPPED ME!

Ha, like they could in normal circumstances. But no, not this time. Enough blabbering, let me tell you a story

I walked inside the bar, completely aware of each stare that I got. With my head held high and a walk I had perfected for years I knew no one would come talk to me. That was the point

There were no stools available so I went to the end and tapped someone on the shoulder. He was big, more muscle mass than it was practical and turned his oily eyes around to scoff at me. The moment the man recognized who I was his eyes began to widen and a faint "Excuse me" slipped from his lips

I watched as he walked away and smiled to myself. The whole reputation thing was finally paying off

I signaled for the barmen and ordered my drink "Give me the strongest you've got"

He raised an eyebrow but didn't object. I put my head on my hands and waited. A moment later I saw whatever alcohol he had poured being slammed on the table in front of me. I nodded in a quick thanks and took the wooden cup

I was so focused on my drink I didn't see him nod to someone behind me. Too consumed in my slumber I didn't even feel the pair of eyes on my back as they passed by

"You seem upset" I heard his voice say while he was cleaning the bottles on the shelves behind him

"What gave you that impression?" I smirked a little, a playful look in my eyes but I knew he could tell I was off by the way my shoulders dripped, the faint sweat marks on my face or better yet, the fresh red scars on my face

He didn't even have to turn around to answer in a light tone "Just a hunch"

I started toying with the drink, swirling it around as I thought "When doesn't something happen?"

He nodded "Good riddance. But it still doesn't answer my question"

Did I really want to tell the goddamn lord of the underground what happened to me? Maybe. Was it a stupid decision? Definitely

But the more I observed the situation the more things I found pointing their ugly heads against my doubts. His body was relaxed, welcoming if not actually a little bit concerned. But when I looked at his twitching eyebrow I knew he didn't have much control over his body language

Decisions, decisions...

"Somebody blew up my shop" I sipped the alcohol. He didn't seem impressed

"That's bad"

"Gee, Thanks Sherlock I didn't know"

He chuckled and I smiled a little. Ah, warming up "You should clean those wounds of yours. Might get infected"

I instinctively touched my forehead, only to have to suppress a flinch instead "I don't have anything to clean them up with"

Was it me or did my voice seem hallower at the realization? Only then did the thoughts I had been pushing away since I came here resurface. I was alone now, once again

He still wasn't turning around. There was a sudden silence to the table. It rang in my ears even if there was a band singing just a few meters behind me

Then the alcohol decided to finish. I rolled my eyes at the audacity and put it down. Vander was just about to say something before I stood up and cut him off "I'm gonna go now. Thank you for the talk"