One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

The Mistake [Levi | Police Detective! Reader | Modern AU!]

Warning: (Slight) Foul Language | (Extremely Mild - they're almost translucent) Sexual Themes

[Word Count: 2600]

The bar was big, the atmosphere was heavy, the air smelled like alcohol, the room was darkened and lazers shot through the space with their luminescent lights every few milliseconds, the music was loud and the people were loud - either dancing or drinking. You were one of those that were drinking at the bar, just near to your best friend Annie. If you had to be honest you didn't particularly like being here but you didn't dislike it as much either. You felt tired but Hanji - another friend of yours that was regretfully at a party in the moment - had told you the best thing you could do in your free time other than "dwell upon a boring crime book that will get you no boyfriend" was to go to a club or a bar. You did so not that much because the brown haired woman had requested it, rather because of Annie who had to relieve some stress just as well.   

She was in the boring department of the police force, the one that does the autopsies of the murdered people, had the samples and shit, while you were from the Murder Department of the police, Hanji was a part of the lower branches of that very same department - in the poisoning branch to be percise. She got a lot of work around those political meetings occuring lately, more and more people wanted to poison each other and you couldn't get why the fuck would they want to. A fact was however that no matter the way a murder was done, it was going to your department. And these days there were two out of three local cases that were deemed murder. The work and the cases (including the reports that had to be handed over after that of course) were all going to different people, it wasn't like you were the only person working hard in that department, it was just that it needed even more people lately.

With a sigh leaving your lips, you looked over to your blonde friend that was tying a conversation with a tall sturdy dark haired man on the stool across from hers and you felt kinda left out but it wasn't like you didn't already know this would happen. With a swig from the glass of whiskey in front of yourself, you ordered another to the barman over the loud music and he poured you another glass, the golden liquid making your eyes narrow. You didn't like drinking but alcohol made you more confident and outgoing than your usual closed in, frowning and stressed self, so right now you preferred giggling like a high school girl to frowning and scaring everybody away. Just as you were about to take a sip from your newly poured alcohol, you felt someone's gaze being pinned onto your back as if burning a hole through your body. You swiftly turned around and tried to find the source of the burning sensation of somebody's eyes on yourself when you were met with the piercing gaze that took the lead amongst all other people that had their eyes on you.

He was at the small bar across from you and Annie and for your luck he was the most attractive living being you'd ever seen. Imagine Channing Tatum and now multiply that shit around a thousand times. You get quite near to what the man's level of sex appeal was. He had dark hair, maybe even black but it was dark in the room anyway, you couldn't really guess. His skin was pale as far as you could see and he was sculpured very nicely. His face was angular and his cheekbones prominent, you could see his thin eyebrows from a few meters and the way they were furrowed together as he sipped from his own drink. He had a turtle neck black shirt on, ripped skinny jeans and black combat boots. Your eyes widened at the way he was looking at you - obviously enough like he wanted to eat you whole - and your head spun back to the front when you saw him smirk your way. You didn't know if your face was hot because of the alcohol you've had or because of the fact that the most attractive man in the bar has just smirked at you.  

You got a hand through your hair, suddenly self-conscious about how unappealing your tight (f/c) dress looked on your body and the fact you didn't have any lipstick on. You panicked internally and started fixing your clothes and your hair, throwing glances back to the man between a few seconds, gulping heavily everytime you'd see him looking back as if waiting for you. Suddenly a memory flashed through your head - the report of the newly proclaimed King of the Criminals in town - stature short, hair dark, voice deep, fast, swift, strong, a lot of stamina - but you pushed the thought away, not even knowing why it got there in the first place. You just had to stop thinking about work tonight, this was why you were out, this was why you were here. This was why you were going to be bold and see what happens when you approach that man. As said above, alcohol made you confident. Maybe confident enough to pick a fight, let's see if confident enough to talk to a man of that rank.