Valor

Chapter 1

The thumping of the base in this club makes my blood pump faster through my body, lighting it up like a firework. I shoot back the glass of whiskey and lean my back against the bar, scanning the crown around me. The overhead lights are blue and red, moving in erratic patterns that seem to blend in with the music that's being played over the speakers.

There are so many people in the club, I can already feel my skin dampening with sweat. I chose a black miniskirt with a red low cut top, showing off a good amount of cleavage. The shirt is tied like a corset in the back, cinching my waist in, giving me an hourglass figure. I have my dark brown hair swept up in a ponytail with a few pieces taken out to frame my face. I have dark smoky makeup on and a sinful red lip, finishing it off with a pair of black heels.

From the lustful gazes I get from just standing at the bar, I know I dressed right. The goal for tonight is not to get laid, but to find the head of the Pen's – one of the local gangs. They've got information for me, they have just refused to give it to me. I know for a fact that their daughter comes to this club almost every Friday, and all I need to do is act a little drunk and she'll spill like a can of worms.

Out of the corner of my eye a young girl with slick black hair and a dark red dress comes stumbling from the dancefloor, making her way towards the bathroom. Checkmate.

I ruffle my hair a little and follow behind her laughing to myself as we both make out way into the bathroom. I stumble into her a little and am quick to shoot my arm out to stablize both of us.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry girl! I am drunk as fuck!" I slur my words hoping it adds to the effect.

"You are so good!" She says laughing at me. I want to roll my eyes at how drunk this girl is. She hasn't had to worry about a single thing her entire life and it shows.

As much as I would love to become best friends with this girl, we don't have enough time. If She's not out there soon enough, there's going to be boydguards galore in this bathroom.

"Holy Shit! You're Erica Pen! You're like famous! You're so hot!" I basically squeal, her hands still in my own.

Erica blushes at this and shoves me a little, "You are so nice and hot as fuck too!"

"Ok wait I have to know...Do you have anything on you?" I say, lowering my voice to a whisper.

She giggles and pulls a bag out of a her cleavage. "I normally have to charge, but you get it for free babes!"

"Holy shit you're the best! Where do you guys even get this shit from?!" I say jumping up in down as Erica laughs at my antics.

She shrugs and then jumps into one of the open stalls. I go into the one right next to her so I can hear her talk.

"His name is Oscar, he works for my dad and he is the hottest person ever." She says, the sound of a her flushing toilet following. I flush my own and make my way towards the sink with her.

"You are hot as hell I say go for it. Make him your bitch and all that feminism shit." I say while washing my hands. She turns towards me and cackles like a maniac, winking at me as she follows a few girls out of the bathroom.

I take a deep breath. Oscar–that's his name. Honestly in the grand scheme of all of the interrogations I've carried out this felt the simplest. Maybe I ought to get all of my subjects drunk before trying to have a conversation with them.

Or maybe it's the fact that, as I said, she has never had to worry about a thing in her life. Privilege leads to obliviousness.

I make my way out of the bathroom and book it towards the door, passing a long line as I leave. I have everything I need for now.