Not Another Bottle

Chapter Twenty

Debra's Pov
I step out of the warm shower slowly, it's silent except for the somber music playing. I like his music from what I've heard, but most of it is really sad. Oh no, I just realized I don't have a clean change of clothes here, damn. I put on my bra and underware then go to the door. "Ollie?" I cried out. "Yeah?" I heard back. "Come here" I said a little embarrassed. "Yes?" He said as he approached the door, not looking in. "My clothes are dirty, can I ware some of yours?" I asked him. "Did you just want an exuse to ware my clothes?" He asked uninterested. "No, but it does sound kinda nice now that you mention it, if you have a sports Jersey bring me that!" I said excitedly. "We'll see" He said as he walked away.
He came back a moment later with a terquois and black Jersey and said "You better not be a kings fan" He handed me the jersey and there was a big shark on the front of it. On the back it had the name Atlas with the number 69. I looked up at him and said "69? Really?" I put it on and he said "what? You wanted it" I guess that's fair. I opened the door and came out. "You ware it well" He said. I wonder what's with him? It's like he's uninterested in everything.
"So what do you wanna do today?" I asked. "drink until I can't feel anymore" He said grabbing a bottle out of the fridge" damn alcoholism. "You know how trashy it is to not only drink straight licker, but to also drink it straight from the bottle?" I said to him annoyed. "You know how many fucks i give?" He returned, taking a sip, then saying "plus I can make a fuckin cocktail if I want to, alright? Name a drink and I will make one" he said as he swallowed his drink. I thought for a moment. "Hmm, make me a martini, shaken not stirred" I said I am deep voice imitating Shawn Conery, well doing my best with my high pitched female voice. He got out a bunch of stuff, stuff that you see bartenders with.
Oliver's Pov
"Fuck no" I said gathering my materials. "But you said you could make anything Mr bartender" she said with a cocky tone. "No I'm making a martini, but no way in hell am I shaking it" I said getting ice from my freezer. "Why not? 007 man" she said pouting. "How much water do you like in your drink?" I asked her. "Little as possible right?" She replied. "Well when you shake a martini all your doing is imitating bond, your not being classy, or cool, or having a good drink." I said. "Well how do you make a "proper" martini then Mr big shot?" She said sarcastically. "A. Since when am I a big shot? Have you looked around here? Also B. I'll have you know this IS the proper way to make a martini, this is actually an award winning recipe, so take notes." I said, with my materials ready. "What are the proportions then?" She asked folding her arms. "4/1 gin to vermouth." I awnsered quickly. "First things first were going to chill the glass, it's better cold, like most drinks." I told her as I put a few ice cubes in the glass then added water. "Chilling the glass does what exactly?" She asked curiously. "It makes the glass cold, it's easy to tell when it's ready, it doesn't take long." I said putting ice in my shaker. "It looks about ready now, see how there's condensation on the glass? That's how you know it's ready. Now we add our vermouth." I said grabbing my jigger and adding an ounce of vermouth to it. "What is vermouth exactly?" She asked confused. "Basically it's just a fortified wine, if you plan on being a bartender you better get familiar with it because you'll be working with it closely." I say as I pour out the ice water and add the vermouth to the chilled glass. "Now we spin the glass, the glass it's self is so cold that the vermouth will stick to it after we pour it out." I said spinning the glass slowly, then I pour it out. "Now we add our booze, take your gin of choice, add it to the shaker and stir slowly, you don't want to dilute the drink. Same thing, we're cooling down the gin and also the shaker it's self." I said stirring the drink as she watches attentively. "That's about good" I said, putting on the strainer and pouring the drink into the glass. "That's it? That's a martini?" She said confused. "Wait." I said, grabbing a toothpick and stabbing two green olives out of the open olive jar to my left and putting it in the drink. "Now it is" I said as I garnished the drink. She reached forward for the drink, maintaining eye contact as though silently asking for approval. "Just a sip" a said with a nod. "That's good" she said coughing. I laughed at her. "Little strong, isn't it?" I said laughing to myself. "Just wait till I make you a Moscow mule" she gave me an odd look and said, "That's an odd name for a drink" I returned "You know why they call it the Moscow mule?" "No" she said sheepishly "because it's Russian and it kicks like a mule" she facepalmed and shook her head in disapproval. "Hey I didn't invet it" I said.
I picked up the fresh made martini and held it at the same level as my face, giving a "toasting" gesture. I brought the icey cold cocktail to my lips and drank. Debra reached out for it as to silently ask for more. "How old are you?" I asked her. "16 and 1/2" she said shyly. I shook my head and took another drink. "Don't tell me your 21..." she said taking a step back. "No but I've killed a lot of men, getting cought drinking wouldn't bother me too much" I said eating the olives off of the plastic toothpick. "Come on! You let me smoke weed, I'm just asking for some of your's! I'm not even asking for my own!" She protested. "Your desire to drink this is the exact reason I'm not letting you have any more, you want it too badly" she said nothing, just turned away and pouted. I cleaned up all my bartending materials and sat on the couch.
We sat on the couch not really doing anything all day, lit a few spliffs, I had a few drinks, listened to some music, just stuff I would have done on my own if she wasn't here. Then my phone rang... "Who is it?" Debra asked sitting up. It was jakov. "Buissness" I said walking away, going outside. "да?" I said awnsering. "New assignment, I need you to hit man who owes me money, do not kill him, but let him know I mean business" He said calmly. "будет сделано" I told him "excellent, his name is jessy smith, rich kid who lost bet, but never paid up, he ushaly hangs out at bar in North side of town" his Russian accent said to me. "Сколько лет?" I asked him. "Relax, he's 19, I wouldn't have you beat up a child, unless he disserved it." I hung up.
I went back inside and grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of the fridge. "Where are you going?" She said blocking the door. "Work" I said brushing her aside. She got back in front of me and asked "You have a job?" I can't tell her the truth but lieing isn't my favorite thing to do. "In a manner of speaking" I said moving her aside again. "Wait!" She yelled getting in front of me. "Talk to me" she said with a disappointed look on her face, I've seen that look too many times. "When I get back" I said finally looking at her. She hugged me tightly and said "be safe out there" into my chest, or rather at her hight, my stomach.
I got in my car and looked at the time, 7:54 pm. I started my car and headed into town, North bound. I listen to heavy metal along the way to get me ready to fuck something up. I arrive at the bar, real flashy place, fits jessy's profile. If I go in there like this I'll stick out like a boner in sweat pants. I grab the folded up gym bag I keep in the glove compartment and parked my car about a block away. I went around to the trunk just to grab a few quick things. "Brass... karambit... butterfly... M99... that should do..." I said loading myself up. I went to the backseat and lifted up the seat to reveal the several changes of clothes I keep. I changed into a suit quickly and stretigecly placed the weapons on myself, he better not get blood on this, at least it's not my favorite suit. I open up the bottle of whisky and take a big swig, now I'm ready.
I walk over to the night club, some prick bumped into me, jokes on him, stole his wallet. Skip past the line and get stopped by the bouncer "You on the list?" He asked. "Yeah, Ben Franklin" I said placing a couple hundred dollars on his clip board. He smiled and opened the door for me "Go right on in Mr. Franklin" He said with a greedy grin. I walked right up to the bartender "gimme an old fashioned" I told her trying to look and act douchey. She came back with my drink "Hey honey!" I called her back. "I'm looking for my buddy who's an regular around here, do you know where jessy is?" She pointed twords the VIP section. There he is, this guy is a douche, I'll have fun hurting him. I didn't stick around the bar but I kept any eye on him from a distance. Most clubs close at 3, I'm not waiting that long, especially for just a rough up job. I pulled out my phone and texted jakov. "Call jessy, I need to get him to go outside" No response but no more than three minutes later jessy looked at his phone and went out the back, nows my chance. I go out the front door and swing around back quietly. "List- jakov- listen to me!! I will get you your money but I just don't have it right now ok?" I put on a bandana and snuck up behind him and slammed his head against the brick wall. "Wrong awnser buddy" I picked up his phone that he had dropped and put Nikolai on speaker. "Now you told jakov here that you didn't have the money, but just a moment ago you seemed to be spending big in the club." I said patronizing him. "Who the fuck are you?!" He kicked my leg trying to sweep it out from under me. "Not very bright is he jakov?" I said turning to the phone. "No, no he is not" I stepped on the same leg he had kicked me with and he whimpered in pain. "Now since your not too bright I'll enlighten you on what's happening. Since you didn't pay jakov, he sent me to beat the living shit out of you, now even if jakov wasn't paying me I'd love to beat your head in, and I intend to, but I want to take my time with you..." I knelt down to him and he punched me in the face, I didn't flinch. I looked him in they eyes with a blank expression, pressed my figure tips to my lip. No blood, I looked at my fingers, then back at him and smiled.