By the time we got to the bar the sun was setting, we could already hear men chatting. As we entered the bar we earned a few glances but not that many. As we sat at the places we did yesterday, I saw the person who knocked me down out of the corner of my eye. He had noticed me too; this would be an interesting night if he approached me.
As the night went on men left and came, the guy who knocked me over didn’t cause any trouble. He didn’t even move from his spot, he was clearly interested in me, but wouldn’t talk to me. This was a good thing, because I did not want to talk to him. As more time passed he finally got up and moved toward me.
“Hello there, it’s nice to see you again.” He said taking a seat next to me. I glared at him, but yet my glare didn’t affect him. It gave men chills! Why didn’t it work on him? It puzzled me. I looked at my comrade, she only smiled at me. I looked back at the person.
“Hi…” I said. I did not know why he was so interested in me; I wanted to find out though.
“My name is Stephan.” He said holding out his hand. I looked at it, but didn’t give him mine to shake.
“Dark.” I said blankly as I took a sip of my beer.
“That’s a unique name.” He said and I just shrugged. It wasn’t actually my real name. He continued to talk to me, occasionally asking a few questions about myself. I answered a few of them, but he mainly did the talking. At one point I almost hit him, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to draw attention to us. Then again a fight did sound good.
As if on cue two people entered the bar, two people I knew. I turned around in my seat; both me and my comrade looking at them. Stephan finally had gone silent.
“Well look at what the dog dragged in.” I said smirking. The bar fell completely silent.
“Who are these guys?” Stephan whispered.
“Oh did Dark made a new friend? How cute!” One of the guys said. He was tall, muscular, he had black clothing on and his hair was spiked up. This one knew how to get on my nerves.
“Spike, don’t provoke her already.” The guy said next to him. He was a little shorter than Spike, he was also muscular and wore black clothes, but he had black hair that hung in his face a little. His name, Bade. He’s much calmer than anyone I knew.
“Oh come on Bade, how long has it been since we’ve actually seen each other.” Spike said placing his hand on his sword. It was obvious that he wanted a fight as much as I did.
“Looking to get your ass kicked again are we?” I said standing up smirking.
“Let’s go.” He said smirking as well.
“Outside.” My comrade said.
“Oh didn’t notice you their Leanna.” Spike said. He was an idiot, no doubt about that.
“Idiot.” I said walking past him and Bade. Spike didn’t like to be called an idiot, but it was one way to make sure I got a good fight out of him. Spike followed behind me along with Bade and Leanna. Some of the men from the bar followed as well, interested in who would win.
“How long have you two been here?” I asked.
“Just got here, wanted a drink. Then we ran into your ugly ass.” Spike said. He was so going to die!
