Assassin Zero

Corky Bartender

Puking.

That's what I felt like. There were sweaty fat men who looked like those greasy truck drivers from movies named Jeff and only used to drink beer or sodas whilst he lived with his mother. I couldn't feel the fresh air anymore, it was just the stench of sweat in the air as loud music echoed around and everyone touched anyone.

But even so, I was still having a blast.

"Don't you think you've had enough drinks!? Let's go!" The man who I now couldn't recognize but guessed he was one of the Jeff's buying me drinks shouted through the loud music. I swayed my hips everywhere as though there was no tomorrow whilst I gulped down a glass of vodka that might have or not been my tenth round.

"You can never have enough, Jeff!" I laughed pulling him to get more drinks for me. "Jeff?"

"Another!" I declared at the bartender as he wiped the tops. He kept wiping it even though someone will eventually throw up the next second. What was he? A clean freak?

"Hey, you promised that after that drink we'd go to my place. That's enough, we're going!" Jeff shouted. I didn't know whether it was out of anger or he was trying to be loud enough.

"I don't even know you! You think you can just buy me through some drinks? You'll need to buy more if you want all of this!" I smirked pointing at my body. Honestly, that wasn't me talking, I swear.

"Are you getting the drink or not?" The bartender asked, clearly annoyed by our presence.

"I am".

"No, I'm the one paying for the drink, so I decide whether or not you can have it", Jeff growled.

"Well I don't care anymore, I'll just ask someone more patient to get it for me", I said proudly before attempting to walk away, not until he grabbed my forearm, pulling me back. "You little shitty gold digger! Give me what you promised or give me my money back!"Oh, now he crossed the line.

"You two should go settle this outside or else the security guards will escort you out". The bartender  warned, but we both ignored him.

"Gold digger!? I'm not the idiot who decided to buy a total stranger I just met drinks of Vodka just to get in between her legs! Do I look like a prostitute to you!?" I snarled.

"Well you do act like one!" He said.

I was just about to give a good comeback before I felt something build up to my throat. Oh, I knew what was coming alright. And no one could stop it.

Before I knew it, I had a fountain of that days earlier meal and most of the good drinks I had come out of my mouth like a waterfall and who else to spill on than Jeff? The yellow disgusting liquid was all over his bottom jeans and shoes. He looked utterly disgusted. Everyone nearby just froze and stared at us both in disgust, mostly him. Well, he looked like he loved attention, so I guess I was the only one embarrassed.

"There you go, your drinks have been given back, there's also a little dinner in case you're hungry", I said cleaning my mouth. Man, wherever that courage came from, I'd really like to borrow it more often.

He looked up at me with nothing but pure hatred and worse disgust. "You bi-"

But before he could finish his words, the security guards came walking towards us. They looked at the mess with annoyance, probably tired of facing this every night, before grabbing us both.

"Let the girl go, she didn't do anything". I heard the bartender say, which didn't just confuse everyone but me, too. "He did that to himself".

"Really?" One of the guards asked.

"What the hell are you talking about!? She clearly did this to me!" Jeff exclaimed angrily. "No I didn't". I said.

"Just take him, he kept shouting nonsense", the bartender said, not glancing us but just cleaning his already clean top. OCD, I know it is. I could tell just from how he kept cleaning his hands and surrounding.

"Let the girl go", one of the guards said before they followed his order.

"Wait what!? You're kidding! You know what fuck all of you!" Jeff shouted as they pulled him away before disappearing into the crowd.

I watched as everyone slowly began to dance again, ignoring me and what just happened. "I guess you're not really as annoying as I thought", I said turning back to the bartender, rubbing my forearm. I realized that Jeff had quite the grip, and now I knew that a hangover wouldn't be the only thing I'd be getting tomorrow morning.

I sat down on one of the bar stools, directly at him as he had his head hung low, staring at the table. "Thanks", I said. But he didn't respond.

A minute or two passed of him just ignoring my presence, and staying quiet for that long was hell for me. "You know, you don't have to be so shy around me, I mean, if you're into me, just say it", I smirked.

He smirked, but just as soon as it came, it left the next second. "The only reason I didn't let them take you out was because I knew that your boyfriend would eventually start your little emature fight outside . And personally, I think that would just be bad for the bars reputation to have you two make such a nonsense right outside".

Well I didn't expect that.

"Two Malt Scotch's, give one to the beautiful lady", I heard an old, raspy, male voice say next to me. I turned and saw an old, blonde man, probably in his early sixties, sit right next to me. He had quite a beautiful tanned skin and a blue suit that probably cost more money than my yearly income. And not only that, he had two muscular body guards by each his sides.

But I don't know what surprised me the most, one, that he seemed too handsome for his age or two, that he called me beautiful considering I looked like a camel chewed me for hours before spitting me out and I smelt like sweat and beer.

The bartender nodded softly before walking into a nearby small 'staff only' room full of personal and expensive bottles of whiskey.

"Robert, what's your name?" I felt him grab my hand before giving it a gentle kiss. If only he knew where they had been.

"Allison.. you own this place, don't you?" I said, hoping that I sounded a little sober because I knew how dirty my mouth became whenever I was drunk. And being banned from here by the owner would just be terrible.

I looked over at the bartender, seeing him prepare the two whiskeys. Now, I don't know if it was the beer or not but I swear I saw him drop a tablet into one of the drinks. And it seemed like I was the only one who noticed. Maybe it was the beer.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Robert asked, bringing me to reality. "Know what?"

"That I own the place".

"Oh, I come here a lot, and I've seen you once or twice before. Everyone seems to respect you so I just assumed", I shrugged nonchalantly before the bartender brought us the drinks.

"Well you seem like a lovely lady, Allison. And I'd love to know you better", he said, one hand of his slipping above my thigh as the other one slid a card next to me on the table. Thank goodness I wore jeans that night.

Obviously I was uncomfortable, this man was probably older than my father and was flirting with me sexually. I laughed nervously before he took his hand off me and stood up with his glass.

"Sadly, I'm meeting up with a client upstairs, wish we could talk a while longer. Have a lovely evening and feel free to call me, yes?"

"Sure", I said before he left, disappearing with his mountain guards. I took my glass and gulped half of it and damn, never had I tasted something so bitter. It burnt my throat like fire and gave me a good warmth down my chest and stomach.

Knowing that the bartender will probably ignore me for the rest of the night and I wasn't in the mood to chat with anyone either , I decided to get so drunk that I wouldn't remember anything tomorrow morning.

And with that, I ordered two more vodkas before gulping the whiskey to nothing.