Sinister (girlxgirl)

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Thwack!

Thwack!

Pang!

With a lopsided grin and a glass of wine, the Sinister Blade lowered her arm and walked over to the target. She turned her attention to the lodged knives and saw they had all hit perfectly into the center. With one tug she pulled the clustered weapons then turned to set them on the old wood table beside her and left one in her fingers. With a smile she walked back to the same position and met a pair of amused eyes from across the room. Her spectator had her chin resting in her palms and motioned her to continue. Taking the knife between her index and thumb, Katarina eyed the center, motioned with her other thumb till it was just the right coordination it hit right where she wanted it to go. She jumped a bit from her concentration and sensing the cold metal reach her fingertips from her blade's hilt. she heard a few claps and a whistle from the Bounty Hunter.

"Woo! I'm surprised you never miss."

Katarina scoffed and took out the knife wedged deep into the wood and walked to her. "I'm surprised you haven't figured that out yet."

She took the glass and with her head back, gulped the last bit before setting it down in front of of her companion.

"I'll take a bomber. "

"You sure?" she said raising a perfectly curved eyebrow.

Katarina nodded while running her thumb over the scarred wood of the counter. "You know what I like."

She rolled her eyes and smirked. Turning around she belt down and revealed a dark bottle from behind a few wine bottles in one of the lower cabinets. Opening it, a sweet aroma of pink smoke arose from the bottle and fresh pink liquid was poured into the cup and halted at the appropriate measurement just two inches below the rim. She placed the bottle to the side and from the top of a shelf a yard away, she took a small glass bottle with with darker, purple liquid. The woman whirled the glass creating a bloody red and bubbled slightly. The Bounty Hunter turned around and flipped her red hair off her shoulder and set the drink atop the counter.

"There." she stated with a smile. Her eyes looked up at the mirroring green of the assassin hoping for some sort of gratitude. Instead, the Noxian instantly focused on the cup and twirled the liquid inside of it. She sighed.

"You're lucky you don't have a fee."

"For a bounty hunter such as yourself it's pretty ironic." She joked and retreated back to her spot in the back. Her partner huffed and took a rag that hung on the rack underneath the counter and cleaned it. She eyed the assassin for a second while Katarina accommodated herself in the corner then focused on cleaning up the bar.

The Noxian leaned into her chair and watched the drink bubble lightly. She took another sip of it before leaning back and held the beverage in her mouth to savor it. It was sweet, the way she always favored it. It felt like chocolate melted on her tongue and gave the sweetness of sugar but a light sour after taste of beer. Swallowing it made her shiver as she felt it seep down with a trail of ice.

She set the drink down and shook her head to rid of the effect of the first taste. From her right ear, she heard a hello ring from her partner to someone that came in the door that signaled with a bell to their arrival but she paid no attention assuming it was just another late night champion. The Noxian did wonder why Sarah would let anyone other than her in at this hour. Shrugging it off, Katarina walked over to the front of the target again and relaxed herself cracking her neck and letting loose. Concentrating on the center of interest, she reached for her knife on her thigh but was abruptly interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. In a spit second she vanished leaving behind a puff of purple smoke with an arm around her victim and her famous runed blade to her neck. Her hand felt a slight tug and opposition of temperature but she wasn't going to lower her defenses at no cost. The slight shiver of the person she trapped made her blood thirst skyrocketed but recognizing who it was instantly, she lowered her tone deep into a growl, annoyed by the outcome. "What are you doing here?"