Between Stripes

T W E N T Y F O U R

"Well Georgia, I'm glad to finally have a conversation without your friend being around." The bald headed man smiled and took the sparkling shot which was clutched between his thumb and pointer finger.

I smirked and took another sip of the cocktail which Victor had just given me. It was sweet and tickled my mouth.

"It's nice to be free." I hummed as the fizzing liquid trickled down my throat. Here he was. The infamous Victor Zsasz. Prestigious assassin. Attractively bald. Typically scary. Somewhat unimpressive.

"Is that how you'd put it? Mr Valeska keeps you hidden while you'd prefer to be out?" He asked, his voice was smooth and sly. Strange by comparison to Jerome, who told you everything beneath a mask. Whereas Victor more or less snaked around topics and didn't necessarily make much sense. Weird.

The alcohol hitting you sweetheart?

A small giggle escaped my mouth before I took a swig of the drink again.

"My boss is the guy who keeps us hidden. Safety and-" I hiccupped "-all that fun stuff. Ya know?"

"Can't your little friend keep you safe?" Victor asked, his eyes locked with mine. I swallowed.

"I didn't-"

"He can't even protect his poor girlfriend?" His voice was a smooth purr which took my attention away from the performers on the stage.

"He can-"

"Don't deny it, I know he can't protect you. And you don't want to be protected." He paused to take a sip of his drink. "That's why you're out now, I assume. Am I right?"

I looked at Victor for a moment before smiling, manically.

"Why yes, dear Victor. I'm out right now cause I pissed a couple of people off and, obviously because I'm young, I must rebel. Obviously." I glared at him before finishing my drink and adding, "don't bother trying to understand me, Victor. It's an impossible task which nobody can do."

I stood up from the barstool and turned to find Oswald standing at the exit, talking to a large, tall man. The second man nodded and Oswald smiled his smug smile.

"Hey Ozzie, am I interrupting something?" I walked to the pair.

"Oh no miss Fi- Georgia. Butch here was just about to go an errand for me." Oswald's smile changed to a more polite version. He had a certain class about him.

"Yeah, see ya boss." The bigger man turned and exited the club.

"How can I help you, Georgia?"

"I don't need anything from you apart from a motorcycle." I said, grinning ever so slightly.

"May I ask why you need a motorcycle?" His precious, light eyes locked with mine.

"Getaway car ya know?" I smirk, adjusting the bat on my shoulder.

"Get away from what? If you don't mind me asking."

Everything.

"The cops, of course."

Lies.

"What do you plan on doing?" He carried on pushing. Why was Oswald being so goddamn nosey today? He was being like a person responsible for me. What was that called again?

A parent, Georgia.

Oh yeah. I forgot.

"Just having a little fun."