Disrespectful // Joker x OC

7. Trigger To My Sanity

"Depression had hit me hard since my visit with the boys which was 3 days ago. And you guys should know what that means... 

Coping mechanisms! And what is mine?

Alcohol!"

Tonight I had decided to dress up nice in a cute but fancy outfit, for I'm gonna go to a rich people bar.

I made sure to stuff a few stacks of money in my small black purse, just in case I need to pay my way in, or prove that I have riches. 

I look at my make up in the mirror and admire my pretty reflection... My reason to go to a rich and fancy place for a drink is not only because of my bar being destroyed, but also because majority of the bars around are either strip clubs, owned by villains or filled with rapists. With a rich and fancy bar, the only annoying thing that could happen is a man trying to bribe me into going in the same bed as he. Plus, last night I had drunken all of my alcohol, so here I am. Ready to throw myself into the mix of wealthy snobs.

I huff and make my way to my garage and after careful considerations, I reckon that it'd be more settling if I take the Bentley. I enter the vehicle and inhale the familiar scent of leather. I start up the car and carefully drive to my required destination.

*Time skip

I've been drinking for at least a decent 40 minutes. Only requesting for whiskey, not even near hammered. A few men here and there would try to swoon me, but all fail to win my attention.

Shortly a rich man, obviously in his 70's due to the lack of hair on his head, approaches me with a big smile.

"Good evening, madam." He does a small bow to me, but I don't turn my head to him. 'Why acknowledge the weirdo?' I then notice from the corner of my eyes, him reaching out for my hand. Instantly I notice a wedding ring.

"Go away. Or else I'll get your wife." I mutter, not even in the mood.

He nervously chuckles and regains himself. "Urm. I was married. But she recently passed away..."

Before I could pitty him, I quickly inhale through my nostrils. My face shows nothing but disgust. "Liar." I say through gritted teeth and scull down another drink.

"Pardon?" He asks as I raise my hand for another whiskey.

I finally face the old man and show him my disgusted face. "Liar." I say a little clearly. I look behind him and see a lady that seems in her late 50's. She is fuming and is strutting this way. "Is that your wife?" I ask and point towards her. 

The mans face drops as he turns. I can smell the fear and I go back to drinking, feeling amused at the events. When the lady stops in front of him, he immediately tries to save himself.

"Ah, my loving wife! I-I was just trying to... um... ah...." He trails off, not being able to find a lie to use. 

"Hey." I try to get their attention, and succeeding. "Your husband just told me that you had recently passed away." I lean back, still feeling amused. In my defense, I did tell him to leave.

The wife wasn't pleased though. "Oh, did he?! It's not the first time to happen!" She glares him down and I cringe at the information. She swiftly removes her ring and throws it at his face before leaving and yelling, "We are getting divorced!!" He ex frantically follows after her and I laugh.

I turn around and continue to drink. The alcohol had hit me hard just 5 minutes later. But I don't stop, I didn't even mind that the cute bartender was trying to flirt with me. It felt nice to be talked to like this. It felt like an eternity since I felt this way.