Memories

Chapter Two

"Hey (y/n) can I get a whiskey on the rock?"

"Coming up!"

I walked around the bar, drink in hand, and set it down on the table in front of the older gentleman.

"Thank you sweetie." He took a sip and went back to reading the paper.

It was a slow evening. Only a few regulars in the bar. The sun had just set as a group of friends walked in, the bell going off.

I glanced my head up to see a bunch of college kids sitting themselves at the booth next to the entrance. All of them talking and looking out the window. I took a deep breath before walking up to the booth with a smile.

"What can I get you guys to drink?"

A man raised his hand slightly while smiling. "Just a couple pints of your greatest beer please."

I nodded, "You got it."

Walking back to the bar, I filled two pints up with our signature beer, homemade from the Owner of this place, and gave it to the booth.

"Enjoy!"

Everyone was out by midnight including the other bartender. I decided to start closing up. Doing my nightly chores: sweeping the floor, wiping tables down, cleaning dishes, turning tv's off, etc.

I slipped on my windbreaker as the bell went off. Strange, thought I locked it.

I walked from the kitchen into the front of the bar, dropping my keys. A man about over six feet stood in the dim light. He had a trench coat, slacks, nice shoes, and sunglasses on.

I squinted harder, now seeing four robotic tentacles show themselves from behind him. I felt my face go white as the man smirked.

"U-Um is there anything I can help you with sir?" I asked hesitantly.

The man cocked an eyebrow, "Maybe."

His voice was deep and brooding. Maybe he was a new villain? He certainly looked like one. New York has villains in every corner now.

I slowly squated to grab the keys, one of the tentacles approaching me. My heart was beating like I was going to have a heart attack. Who is this man? Why did he come here?

The man looked at the tentacle approaching me and chuckled. "Are you afraid of me Miss?"

"Are you going to sell me or kill me?" I asked as I stood back up.

The man seemed amused by me. "No, that's not the plan."

I sighed in relief as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Then why are you here?"

He didn't respond. He took a step forward, catching me off guard. I stepped back, only to have reached the bar. He kept walking towards me till he was a foot away.

"Is Manny here? I need to speak with him." His hands were in his coat pockets.

I gripped onto my keys, a little sound being made. "N-No he left earlier this afternoon." I tried to stand my ground, but his height was overpowering.

The man just stood there, watching me... Analyzing me... A smirk tugged on his lips. I blushed realizing I was looking straight up to his lips. I tried to get every detail, in case I needed the police to get involved.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the dim light showed a metal band around his torso. There was visible bruising that was a dark purple. The man smelled like cigars and some sort of smoke from a machine. Looking back up to find his eyes, they were blocked with the glasses. His nose was slightly crooked and his hair had little curls in a messy way.

I blushed a dark red as I pushed his chest to get some room. The man was shocked by the sudden touch before giving another smirk.

"What's your name my dear?" He asked nonchalantly. As if he isn't taunting a civilian right now.

"(y/n)... (y/n) (l/n)." I held my hand out to shake his. Maybe he will just leave after this and I can go home to sleep this away.

He grabbed my hand with a leather gloved one and kissed the top of it. "Otto Octavius."