[Chapter one]
Bland.
Everything in the bar was bland. The tables, the walls, the chairs. Not to mention the people. They were either too drunk to move or too hyped to sit still. The 'music', if it could even be called that, was just a mixture of horrible beats and noises. The familiar smell of various alcohols and cigarettes were in the air. Mixed in with that was the scent of cheap perfumes and colognes. In other words, the place looked and smelled dreadful.
Jim questioned himself on why he was even there, he knew the answer though. It might've been hard to believe but even the King of Everything needed a break. When he'd feel overwhelmed and tired from luxury he'd come to places, such as the current one, to remind himself what the value of having everything was. He'd need to re-experience what being something other than the best was like, the feeling of being downgraded to areas and things that weren't even worth his very presence. His mind would always be set back on track after his experiments.
He was currently on one of those brain jogging adventures and was starting miss his expensive wine, the drink he was currently having tasted like shit. Jim looked around the bar and a smile slid onto his face. He probably had a better mind than all the people in here put together. A better mind than the whole street, and that was him being modest. Nothing amused and irritated him more than knowing that no one would ever meet his level of intelligence. Jim was always surrounded by idiots and that would never change. Not a single person on this godamn planet would take the time to actually stop being an idiot.
It was quite selfish of everyone. None of the little bird brained people around him would consider his genius and actually try give him nice challenge to keep him busy. They would never appreciate his complex mind because they couldn't begin to learn how it works, much less entertain it.
Jim's hand placed the of cup of liquid rubbish he was holding onto the table he was currently sitting at. It was at the far corner, away from the drunks and dim ceiling lights, almost hidden but still in sight. He ran long fingers through his slicked back hair as his frowning lips released a deep sigh. His eyebrows were furrowed above a pair of deep, dark eyes that were a menacing yet rich shade of brown. Jim took a look down at himself and the frown on his face deepened. He'd managed to crinkle up his new suit. He could easily buy another one, but he really liked this one.
It was Westwood for God's sake.
The mysterious man gave a quick glance to the watch that framed his wrist. It was getting later and it was time to call his car to come for him. The King, afterall, did need his beauty sleep. Jim gave a slight chuckle at the thought. He was preparing himself to stand when the "music" playing suddenly stopped.
"They should've put a stop to that disastrous noise long ago." Jim muttered as he shook his head.
Many of the people in the bar took their seats while others remained standing, some swayed but managed to stay on their feet. An audible "finally" could be heard from a man that sat near Jim. A slight curiosity sparked within him as he realized that most of the bodies were looking to stage with expecting faces. Even the drunks put down their drinks. He decided to stay a while longer, just to relieve the slight nagging in his head. A faint spotlight was set upon the low stage. An old piano could be seen along with a microphone stand.
Someone then made their presence upon the stage. Jim's gaze was met with the sight of very curvy woman. She wore a pair of high waist jeans, along with a black button up shirt and a pair of old sneakers. Her hair was done up into a ponytail and she had a lit cigarette between her fore and middle finger. He saw nothing special and was met with a slight disappointment. This just further proved that plain minded people enjoyed plain things.
Jim pulled out his cell and called for his car, as he did a man stepped up to the piano behind the woman and took a seat. He gazed back to stage with a bored expression while the woman on stage gave a small smile. She took a drag from her cigarette then placed a hand on her microphone.
The man's fingers began to glide themselves across the piano keys. It was decent and something Jim could actually tolerate to listen to. The woman closed her her eyes then brought her lips to the microphone.
"Everything I want I have. Money notoriety and rivieras."
Well Jim certainly didn't expect what he heard. He expected...well not that. Her voice was soft and mesmerizing. He was sure that if flowing honey had a sound that it would sound just like her.
"I even think I found God, in the flash bulbs of the pretty cameras."
Jim couldn't help but let his head lean against the back of his chair. His hands held firm grips on the arms of it. The muscles in his body felt relaxed as his mind was taken hostage. His thoughts seemed to quiet and he focused on the smoothness of the woman's voice.
"Pretty cameras, pretty cameras. Am I glamorous? Tell me am I glamorous?"
Yes. Fuck yeah you are. Said a small part of James. There were some audible responses as well followed by a soft laugh from the woman with the godly voice. He was so tranced by her and he didn't know why. She had such an affect on him and she'd barely sung a few verses. It irritated him greatly but he couldn't help but love it. Jim sat there in pleasure as he allowed his ears to be blessed by this mystery woman. He was very thankful that she didn't stop at just one song. He was nearly put to sleep by her.
Jim was trapped in such a haze that he didn't open his eyes till he felt a hand on his shoulder. His brown eyes opened and held a dream like look in them. Sebastian stood before him with his hands behind his back. He looked down at his boss and thought he looked drunk, but didn't mention it.
"Your car is waiting when you're ready, sir." Sebastian said, glancing towards the door.
A lazy smile fell upon Jim's lips as he gave a soft hum. His glazed eyes slid over to Sebastian and his smile widened. He lifted his head from the back of his chair and took a look around the bar, dark eyes searching the room for the mystery woman that had managed to lull his mind. The feeling of disappointment washed over him yet again that night. Many of the people there were clearing out as well. The stage that was once lit was now dark and abandoned. It was almost as if she was never there; Jim knew that if he was drunk he would've believed she hadn't been. Jim reached for his glass and took one last sip from it, his mind too occupied to grimace at the poor quality of the drink.
"Go wait in the car." He told sebastian as he focused his eyes on a spot on the wall.
The tall man left without a reply. Jim remained seated, still pondering about the woman that had provided him with several moments of bliss. The softness of her voice still echoed in his ears. He suddenly shook his head, as if to rid his thoughts of her. Jim stood up, his lips formed a line and his eyes hardened. He buttoned his suit jacket and straightened it out. His hand went up to smooth out the hair on the side of his head. With one last look around the bar, he disappeared.
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A/n I honestly don't know about this. I was just in the mood for some Moriarty. I might make this a short story, idk. It was just an idea.
Enjoy, I guess
-k
