The year is 2016 and l was feeling like 10,000 bucks to be exact. I was walking into my normal bar hang-out when then following events took place. I took my normal seat in Butch's bar (the lowest of the low). I ordered a beer and chugged it in one gulp.
Stop, I know what you're thinking, a 16 year old kid drinking beer? Well I can and will because I want to. Say other wise and I'll blow your fucking brains out, dipshit.
Anyways I had some money to blow. I had just finished a job and my ransom was 10,000 dollars. I was ready to get WASTED.
The bartender was different from usual. It wasen't Joe and I know it was not that late yet for his shift to start, but I had never seen him around this part of town before. He had dirty blond hair that barley covered his exotic, sea-green eyes. He seemed harmless and would probably be dead within a day.
Like I said the rule for this town is kill or be killed. He looked up from washing the beer mugs, feeling my stare. His ocean like eyes met mine and they seemed to look right through me. I didn't like feeling this feeling. As soon as I met his gaze again, he was back to washing dishes.
I somehow felt disappointed for some strange reason. I looked at him again. He had wide, broad shoulders and a slender body. He definitely worked out. God listen to me. I sound like a girl swooning over her first crush.
This angered me so I slammed my fist on the table and in the process of this, my drink slide off the table and smashed into a thousand pieces. This happened right when some mafia boss walked by so his feet were soaked in the process. He wasn't too happy because the next thing I knew, I was slammed against a hard wall.
My head throbbed in pain, but I quickly recovered. Then the smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne hit me. I squinted my eyes to see better and what my eyes saw was not pretty.
The man was about 6'4 and had sunglasses and a suit so I couldn't tell what he looked like. The next thing I knew, a huge fist came flying at my face.
song: Tendencies by Hollywood Undead
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Blood Hound
عاطفيةA girl who has no name and is always alone. She is only driven by the sake of survival. She tries to be tough and never speak her feelings, however there is one person who can seemingly see through her. A bartender, with a tragic past who feels lost...
