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The Lady and the Bar - 1

(Pretty sure this has to do with FAHC or something. Axca wrote this-)
UNEDITED
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I walked into the bar to see it was empty, save for a lone woman sitting at the bar with the bartender cleaning glasses.
"Thank, Lord Haywood," I thought to myself. "Finally found one."
Sitting down a seat away from her, I asked for a beer. Taking in the place, it was simple and little. It had a harvest gold lighting to it and the wood was a nice stain as to make it not too light nor too dark. The bar stools were like ones in a diner; the leather on the seats were black and the only thing holding them up were single steel poles. There were small empty booths along the wall opposite to where I sat with the same wood as the bar. Next to the far back wall, I could see a set of spiraling black stairs that went up to the rooms above the bar.
I sat there in silence as I sipped my beer. Today's heist was a lot. I was the only one who wasn't shot more than five times. Looking back on it, we should've planned more. We may seem immortal because we just keep coming back after we died but it doesn't mean we don't feel the side effects of coming back. We're fine when we come back but as soon as we go home after the heist, we all pass out from exhaustion. Maybe I could ask Geoff to bring it up with-
"You seem pretty deep in thought." I glanced to the woman.
"You could say that," I reply.
"Was it from today's heist, Vagabond?" She asked. I simply nodded. Something about this woman made me feel like I didn't need to pretend to be someone else. I felt like I had met her before but I should still be cautious.
"Well, drink as much as you want," she smiled at me. "On the house."
"..." I didn't say anything for a second. Why was she doing this? Did she want something from me? I just shook it off for the time being. "Thanks."
Wind rushed through the door as a small man walked in. He quickly shut the door and sat on the other side of the woman. He ordered a glass of whiskey and sat silently. We all stayed silent before she excused herself to use the restroom. The man moved slightly and slid his glass back and forth on the wood of the bar but I paid him no mind.
"Sorry about that," she said sweetly to me as she sat back in her seat. She gave a subtle glance at the bartender before sitting down. As she sat down, she slipped the tip of one of her almond shaped acrylic nail into her glass. As it changed colors from royal blue to blood red, her demeanor darkened. She raised her eyes slightly to the bartender and he gestured to the other guy sitting next to her with a slight nod of his head. She glared at him sideways before grabbing her glass in her left hand and began to talk.
"Hey, Vagabond?" She began sweetly before turning dark. "You know what I hate the most? When guys think that they can try to drug the leader of one of the most highly known gangs in all of Los Santos and get away with it."
She then slammed her glass into the side of the mysterious man's face and he felled on his side off of the bar stool. Froze in fear, he held the bleeding side of his face as his eyes widened at her. Taking a small pistol that was hidden under that bar, she pointed it at his frightened figure.
"Know who you're messing with next time, bud," she said before bipping him right in the forehead. Her face stayed serious as she turned back to the bar and placed the pistol back in its place. She turned to me. "I don't have to pay you to shut up, right?"
I shook my head slightly. "Not like it would help me. I'm wanted too, you know."
She smirked before checking the time and getting up from her seat. "Well, looks like I have to get back to my place." She hesitated before turning to me. "The boys won't be happy with me if I do this but..."
She trailed off before taking a step closer to me. She placed her lips on mine for a gentle kiss before backing off. "I'll see you later, handsome."
And with that, she walked up the stairs, leaving me in an empty bar, save for a dead man and the bartender.
I should come here more often...
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