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The next morning I had awoken in a cold sweat. My body was shaking but I couldn't remember what I had dreamt of.
I already had a massive headache to start the day off and knowing I had to work made it even worse.
Most of the day had gone by quickly. Like usual I had attended my classes and kept an eye on my phone. Unfortunately Swindler still hadn't said anything. The more the day went by the worse the feeling in my stomach got.
If the Doctor showed up at the club today I'd confront her.
I walked through the club doors. We were already open so the place was lively as usual. I greeted my co-workers and began to get ready for my shift.
The job was getting easier thankfully. I was beginning to memorize all the combinations and different drinks. I was even beginning to get to know a few regulars.
As I fixed up the bar I looked around the club. Neither Cutthroat or the Doctor were no where in sight.
I wasn't sure if it was a bad or good thing. Yes I wanted to approach her but I was still quite nervous. How would she react? Would she get upset or completely dodge the question?
I let out a small sigh and shook my head.
I still had a job to do. I'd focus on that and once that was done then I'd figure out the rest.
"Hey miss."
I glanced over to the corner of the bar.
A small smile grew on my face and I turned away to grab a glass.
"Whiskey?" I asked pouring the strongest stuff we had.
"Yes."
I slid the glass over towards the man and he took a small sip.
"Here to drink today or something else?" I asked cleaning a few cups.
"Drink. Today its for drinking purposes." The man replied.
I nodded my head.
One of my regulars had been the fbi agent. I learned he went by the name Courier and that he had only been in this town for a short while now. He always ordered the same Whiskey and only ever had one glass. I hadn't seen him get drunk yet but I assumed he was here for more than drinking.
Cutthroat had questioned me about the man a few times but obviously I couldn't tell him the whole truth. Courier was simply a regular. Thats all he needed to know.
"Hey babe."
I glanced over at the side of the bar.
My heart skipped a beat and my eyes narrowed.
It was another regular.
Out of all the regulars I had he was the worst. This man was the same one who came here constantly to pick up women. He was also the same man I had seen in the alley that day. Something was extremely off about him.
He gave me a name but I had figured out really fast it wasn't his own. The man was tough but stupid. If he was going to use a name he should have stuck to one.
Lately though his attention had been focused on the bar area. He seemed to enjoy chatting with me of course I couldn't say the same.
"What'll it be?" I asked annoyed, grabbing a glass.
"Your number how about?"
"A shot it is." I mumbled pouring him a couple of shots.
I slid them in his direction and he smiled.
Picking up one of the glasses he downed it whole.
"So how long do I have to stay around here to finally get a chance?"
That was another issue with him.
He was very persistent and it was very irritating.
Courier only glanced at him as I let out a sigh.
"Do I need to repeat myself? You're just not my type."
The guy frowned and leaned on his palm.
"Come on girly I'm everyones type."
I only shook my head before walking away. If I had to deal with this moron for the rest of the night it definitely won't go by quickly.
