All In

One

It was pretty dark outside. Cold and dark. The beautiful wind just danced around me to cuddle in my hair. I shivered after that and put my jacket closer to me. You could only hear my high heels touching the ground and cars honking in the background. I loved this hour of the day. It was all so calm, slow, perfect. Well, at least from my view. I'm sure I could find thousands of people who could disagree with me. Gotham city during the night is something extraordinary, dangerous, and mysterious.

It was something after 00:15 am when I realized I didn't have to do anything else tonight. All work is done so I can grab a bite and sleep myself to hell. I walked through restaurants and bars but didn't find anything interesting. Honestly, people just bothered me these days, especially after work. I mean, come on, I watch them play poker for 12 hours; I must talk to them, manipulate them, make jokes with them, let myself flirt with those dirtbags, and then, after all this shit, I have to be able to shake if off, and do it again the next day.

Call me. X

Small vibration woke me up from my daydreaming, and I took my phone from my pocket to check what was going on and who needed me right now. It was my friend, Xavier. Well, my roommate. I rolled my eyes and answered fast.

What's up?

He is a nice guy, but there is always some but. With guys, anyway. He was getting into bizarre, complicated situations which I didn't understand and didn't want to. He is outside daily, putting himself into more trouble and calling it a job. I mean, I guess that's most of the Gotham City population.

I need you to come and bring me some cash to the club. Please. It's urgent. I don't have any other option.

I rolled my eyes again but felt a little scared this time. Oh, I suppose I can put my plans aside for a second and help my idiotic roommate. Hopefully, God is watching me. I checked my purse to find out how much cash I had. He knew I would be stuffed because I had just left work. Okay, I have around six hundred; I hope that's enough to cover anything he did there today.

Jesus. Which club?

Serpent.

He answered immediately, so I called a cab and waited in the ally for him to come to pick me up. I felt so nervous. He is doing this to me every time! Almost once a week, I have to go and pick him up from somewhere, drive him somewhere, send him something or call someone for some reason. I am not stupid, okay I know this is about drugs, whores, or some other serious shit. But I am no saint. I do shitty nonlegal work for not shitty money.

I entered the cab, closed the doors behind me, and smiled at the driver, who was watching me in the mirror.

"Hi, good evening, sir. Can you please drive me to some club called Serpent? Thank you." I said nicely because, you know, Gotham, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" I smiled again, but little uncertain this time.
"Yes. I'm sure." Oh god, what I got into. He squeezed his lips and nodded slowly. I assumed this was not some hula-hula sugar baby dance club by the driver's expression. After some silence in the car, I decided to speak.

"Why were you so surprised? About the club." He felt I was nervous, so he tried to smile.

"Well, miss, it's not the usual place for someone like ..." I squinted my eyes about the words he wanted to say, and he immediately changed tone. "I mean, don't you know who runs the club?" I tried to remember, but I had never heard about that place. I shook my head. He smiled weirdly, and then; we just remained silent. After some time, we arrived; I paid and stormed out of the taxi. Seriously the high heels today were not a good idea. I look hot, but it's not comfortable when you are in such a rush. I spotted the main entrance and some people in front of it. Actually, a lot of people. Okay, it might not be easy to get in.