The Good, and The Bad

p r o l o g u e

Saturday, June 20th

It is currently 2 AM, at a nightclub. Well, more like strip club with alot of guys walking around wearing fishnets and kinky harnesses dancing on poles for the pleasures of others, who were all clearly enjoying the view this place had to offer for them.

I look around, seeing a cluster of people dancing and drinking with music blasting through my ear drums and into the bright yet dark room. In another side of the room I see men and women flirting with the bartender to get a free drink, and let alone maybe a one night stand.

Lights were flashing, music blasting loudly.. It was really one hell of a strip club. Not exactly my taste, but who says they even care about what I think. I'm merely here, to do a mission with my gang that our boss told us to do which required getting information.

And yet here I am, dressed as a woman. I never understood why I had to dress like a woman, it was something my head couldn't completely wrap around.

I walk around already noticing that my fellow comrades had already left as soon as they left me here to do the mission solo.

Solo..

That's how it always had been anyways.

My thoughts stop as soon as I see him, sitting right there on the other side of the bar. Alone, with nobody else beside him.
I take a deep breath, and exhale slowly. I am doing this for the sake of my job and my sister after all, and my Boss.

I fix the hem of my skirt, making sure it wasn't too noticeable, and began to walk over, going through the sea of the loud crowd.

Finally, I make it right next to him.

" Is this seat taken...?" I asked, rather meekly.

I should already get used to this..

He looked at me, with his eyes scanning me up and down. After what felt like an eternity he responded in a deep, husky voice.

"No, go ahead.."

I take the seat. The atmosphere felt thick around us. I couldn't help but get an unnerving feeling around this guy.

Suddenly a bartender approached us from the side of the bar, his hands cleaning a clear tall glass.

" What can I get y'all for tonight?"

" Two be-"

" Two shots of Whiskey." He responded, cutting me off. I look down on the bar, avoiding eye contact.

" Alright, two shots coming right up. " Said the Bartender as he turned and grabbed two shot glasses.

It was quiet between us...with no words coming out from neither of us.

"I'm-" I try to speak to break the silence between us, but once again he cut me off.

" I'm not interested in sex." He roughly stated, still not looking at me.  I furrow my brows, getting annoyed at the fact that he keeps cutting me off. Honestly I could just pull my gun out but at that time I couldn't.