Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)

˗ˏˋ Chapter Fifteen. ˎˊ˗

(Pissmy wdym he peed on his hand.)

Surprisingly, Capsaicin woke up somewhere different. Not the hospital or his house. He woke up in the middle of a bartender's place.

Groggily, he looked around. He was laid on a red leather couch in the most uncomfortable position possible. Around were wooden tables and chairs, unoccupied. The bar had a wooden table with shelves and shelves of different drinks on them. It seemed like nobody was there, just him alone. Nobody serves him. "Unghhh..."

Something caught the attention of Capsaicin in the corner of his eye. A lady with soft blonde hair walked around in a uniform and fishnet leggings. Capsaicin thought she was pretty, so he tried to sit up straight. He knew Prune Juice Cookie was gone. He had to get someone else in his life to make him happy again, and maybe this lady was the answer.

Capsaicin squinted. Was it just him, or did the lady have some sort of wig on?

He attempted to get her attention. "Hello? Ma'am?"

The lady turned, her blonde-cream hair seemed to dance across her shoulders like a swan. "Yes? Sorry for the rough placement. Who are you? I've never seen your face before."

"Oh," Capsaicin muttered. "Capsaicin Cookie, Spice Officer and Overlord of Scovillia. You?"

The bartender folded her arms, to think of a name. "Violet." Which was funny because nothing about this woman described the color.

"Well, uhm, nice to meet you, Violet. Do you know why I'm here?"

Violet the waitress straightened out her dress and pursed her lips. "Unfortunately no. I saw you had fainted near my bar and decided to drag you in. It's awfully weird how randomly men show up at my place, knocked out on the porch. It's like a curse."

"Is there a chance that any others have shown up today besides me?" Capsaicin asked. He had the sudden realization that he was missing his pistol. "Oh, crap."

Violet nodded. "Yes. Some guy named Whipped Light Cookie appeared. I had to drag him in. He told me he found this orange and black gun lying in the middle of the street. Luckily, it was in his pocket at the time." She showed Capsaicin the gun that had the orange and jet-black details.

"That's mine!" He laughed, delighted to see that Whipped Light had seen it. "But how did Whipped faint and get over here?"

The other cookie shrugged. "I... I don't know. Maybe someone drops off these dudes, for example you, at my bar and just leaves me here to tender them."

Capsaicin asked for his weapon back, which he was handed. He stuffed it back into his belt's hilt. "So, now that I'm here, do ya have anything to drink? I mean, this is a bar. I could go for Spice-Tequila." (My brain broke writing that...)

Violet went to the shelves and grabbed a bottle of a crimson-colored liquid. "I do have that available. This is Scovillia, so I try to have what they have."

"You're not a Scovillian?"

"Nope, I come from the Creme Paladin Empire. Have you heard about what happened to Kouign-Amann Cookie?! Dear... our favorite paladin is in a coma!"

Capsaicin wanted to cry. Kouign was his best friend, and he watched her get shot right in front of him. It was heartbreaking. Lava tears gathered suddenly in the corners of his flame-colored eyes. "I do. She was my friend. I competed with her in the Triple Cone Cup."

Violet's eyes went from sad to disbelief. "YOU'RE THE CAPSAICIN COOKIE?! Oh my, I should have processed your name easier!" She grabbed a glass and poured the Spice-Tequila as she talked on and on. "Jeez, have you heard from Prune Juice Cookie at all?"

Capsaicin was hit like a train at that question.

"I don't like to talk about what happened to him, Violet. He's... he's gone."

Both of them looked at each other in silence. The Spice-Tequila Violet was pouring flooded over the sides of the glass, bringing her back to reality. "Whoopsies. But, oh my... weren't you dating him?"

Capsaicin didn't answer back. Suddenly he wasn't in the mood for drinking. He looked down at his police uniform. 'Oh, when will I get him back?'

The Spice-Tequila sat in front of him while Violet sat next to him on the couch. "You know, people say drinking removes the memories. That's what I'm doing. Take a sip, Capsaicin."

Violet also noted: "Oh, and I'm single."

Capsaicin blinked. He did have some feelings for Violet, mostly because she was cute and caring. She was perfect. She would know how to care for a Spice Overlord with a traumatic past. "I'll be your boyfriend."

Violet giggled and kissed him on the cheek, making Capsaicin blush a bit. "Go on, drink some."

He grabbed the glass with the maroon liquid in it. He emptied the drink into his mouth, tinges of spice and fire seemed to dance on his tongue. The tequila tasted good, just like how it had tasted before. But something about it was different. It made him instantly feel woozy. His head banged and hit the wooden table.

The last thing he heard from Violet didn't sound like her, but rather the assassin. "Like I said, I don't play easy."