Story prompts/ideas/beginnings

1.

"Hey gorgeous" a man whispered in my ear, his breath smelling like a mix of vodka, cigarettes and sweat. The dodgy bar had emptied in the many hours I had been sitting there sipping on my now third bottle of beer. The man sat down in a chair next to me, so close that our thighs touched slightly. I could get a better look at him and noticed that he was old, maybe in his fifty's.

"What is a young girl like you doing here all by yourself?" He asked me in a voice you would use when talking to a five year old kid. "Haven't you learned that it might be dangerous. You know, people like me aren't always that nice." He was now slurring and leaned even closer.

"I think I can take care of myself, thank you" I answered, while pushing him back onto his own chair. A drop of blood fell down to his cheek. At first he didn't notice, but it kept dripping into his eyes.

"What the..." he exclaimed, the shock suddenly sobering him up.

I looked straight forward, a stone cold look on my face; the situation was boring me. Sipping at my beer, I could hear him gasp. He was looking up at the bartender that was visibly dead and attached to a hook in the ceiling right above us.

He stumbled of the chair and tried dragging me with him. Probably trying to get me out of the crime scene.

"I'm fine right here" I told him in my slow and monotone voice. I could see how confused he was, but then his eyes suddenly got empty and looked more like glass. His mouth opened slightly in shock.

I smiled when the blood started running out of his mouth. He coughed, and red drops covered my white silk shirt. Then he collapsed in a sad puddle on the floor with a butchers knife sticking out of his upper back. Behind the now dead man, Elliot showed up. We both grinned and cracked a laugh.