Pure

Viper

Today has been nothing but agonizing, as I wrap up the paperwork from the latest case I have my mind swimming solely on one event, the text from miss MX. How easily I was derailed from my timing and routine. It boggles me really that she's not even shown anything that would be remotely of interest to me besides her ad. I tried to shake off the thoughts burying myself into my work looking at a couple of cases that were on hold methodically tackling each one. Starting with the sniffling corporate bastard that embezzled from his own company all the way to the attestment of a will in which the old bastard left everything to his mistress while his widowed wife was in shambles. "Fuck I'm exhausted" I run my fingers through my hair further adding to the messy facade as I rest in my office chair most people would think that only seeing four clients in a day would be nothing but the extensive calamity in these cases is equivalent of being a public defender in Seattle "I need a drink or a few rather" I take a glance at my phone reminding myself as I have yet to respond to MX. I grab the phone unlocking it and the message staring me right in the face "Sorry for the late response! I was opening up for today, but that seems interesting. At least someone on this planet doesn't paint themselves as a hero, I like that :3" I notice she tends to apologize a lot. That'll become a problem if this escalates. There's nothing more that I hate than constant apologies. Sounds like she works at a restaurant perhaps. "No worries little kitten, and I sure as hell am no hero...villainy it is then I'm not a good man at the very least" I smirk at the pet name she feels like she would be a curious girl that can still quip and scurry if need be. I choose to be upfront and honest, seeing if she will be more enticing to approach something that might consume her— I pause assessing my thoughts, rubbing my face downwards, reminding myself that this is merely a temporary fixation. I don't even know what the girl looks like yet. I sigh, removing my tie and undoing a couple buttons as I grab my suit jacket, turning off all the lights in my office, locking up after a long day. Heading to my car I think of bars to go to, most of them already being familiar and mundane to me. After a quick google search I find the Serentino this place is fairly new only having been around for six years it's more of a nightclub scene, but it wouldn't be too shabby to try I've been in the mood for an adventurous night of sorts tomorrow being my off day and all. I turn on my car making my way over it's a bit of a ways drive from my office about twenty minutes give or take but once I get there the place seems packed, as soon as I step out the smell of sin electrifies me this is turning out to be a better night than I thought. Luckily I've come when the line is at its shortest in no time in in front of the bulldog faced bouncer his jowls moving as he speaks "ID?" He asks plainly as if the grey streak in my hair wasn't enough proof I pull out my wallet placing my ID in his balloon boy esque hand. The ape grunt passing my back my ID nodding "Enjoy your night" I side eye him as I walk in his huff of irradiation evident a hot headed meat head that's a sight, I think chuckling internally as my ears are met by blaring music and my eyes crowded by a gyrating and synchronized ocean of bodies against each other. I make way through the smoke screen of lust and inhibition to the bar. Where I see just two girls working servicing customers at an alarming speed with masterful precision, with the occasional hiccup from the blonde worker she has sort of a bimbo air to her her mistakes forgiven by patrons after they get their eyeful of her "assets" I make my way closer pausing getting a good look at the other worker I could barely see her she's so small compared to her towering patrons and yet she's quick like a freshly fired bullet, she doesn't bother with smiles and niceties she takes your order and serves you your fill. I manage to get a stool that's in the middle of their stations taking occasional glances at each my focus slowly focusing on the tan skinned one her hair an evident mess and sweat on her brow she's in her element I wish I could meet her gaze her side profile is so enticing "What can I get ya sir!" I hear the Dolly wannabe shout out to me "I'm ok for now" I yell back not taking my focus off the little bullet before me "Well her name is Moxie if ya want your drinks from her! Ya won't regret it!" I turn at the sudden comment she smirks as her side of the bar is now almost empty "I saw ya starin I know she might seem intense so don't get your hopes up it's better to ask for a drink thank you try and score" I scoff chuckling as she turns back filling and having a friendly chat with a guy who would like the get friendly with her in more ways than what one would consider holy poor thing. So her name is Moxie it definitely fits as I focus my sights on her as she serves the last of her patrons "Moxie was it?!" I ask in her direction as she turns from the register closing some tabs— fuck she's beautiful having a seductive allure to her while still being a more than obvious wallflower her seriousness doesn't remove from her features from her plump lips to her sharp blackened eyes, her curly hair framing her face just right "Oh! Sorry didn't see you there welcome to Serentino you're a newcomer" her voice is just as sweet and enticing as she looks "How could you guess??" She smiles, God I take back all the shit I've ever said and beg for forgiveness "Well you're the first business man with a full head of hair and a grey streak" I chuckle at her observations seems like I'm at least not a sleaze in her eyes "I'll have a shot of whiskey please, whatever you recommend make it a double" She nods seeming a little nervous seems like she doesn't get a lot of recommendation requests, she quickly skims her bar grabbing a familiar bottle of whiskey, my favorite actually seems like she has good taste she adds a maraschino cherry to the drink despite me not ordering it but I appreciate the gesture "Here's my personal favorite Shoujo Japanese Whiskey" She hands me my drink along with a coaster and before I can thank her she turns to open my tab also getting her attention taken from me by a thoroughly drunken girl as she attempts to cut her off. I take a sip of my shot soaking into the smooth whiskey with a pleasant burn and a tad of sweetness added by the cherry "She likes ya newbie" "Why do you say that miss Dolly?" She scoffs "First off my name is Minty, second she only gives free cherries to customers she thinks are nice maybe even good lookin pe pe le pew" She gestured towards my head usually a childish comment would irritate me but I found it refreshing to laugh "Names Tuavali" I think I like it here.