Knight Syndrome

Ameena

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not

So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'

Mirage had connections, some dangerous, some strange, some both. One of them led her to the Cantara Hall in a party dress at six in the evening. A single instruction she needed to follow-attend the party as the host's client. No more, no less...

If they could sneak an espionage agent right under the target's nose, Mirage's client must be bigger than she had estimated.

The crowd was loud and rowdy, there were people everywhere and it was hard to keep track of them all.

Though she was a guest, Ameena certainly qualified to be an organizer. In her experience, she knew when she wasn't in place in a group, so she adhered to the wisdom that it's usually best to avoid making matters worse for herself.

She walked to the long, slim bar with people at the far end, crowded around a stage.

"One Martini. " A man in a flashy suit walked up to her.

"I don't work here. "

"Then why are you behind the bar?"

"I didn't know it was a costume party. I rushed here after work. This is how I look all the time, I'm an event organizer."

"The bartender just....he uhh..." she turned around trying to pinpoint a single individual in a sea of colorful dresses.

"I'll just make you a drink"

"Thank you" he leaned on the counter.

Ameena nodded and went about making.

Taking out scoops of ice her hands set to work and with familiarity, she mixed the ingredients. Then she reached for the shaker and poured the clear liquid into the glass.

"Sorry, I'm bad with names. Who invited you?"

Quickly wiping her hands with tissue, "I'm Ameena. " she made a bold gesture of reaching out to shake his hands.

"Thyme. See you around," he said enthusiastically before walking away towards a group of people.