Occult | JJK 🔞

2| Bone-chilling

The bar was almost empty at this hour, a few older militaries nursing their drinks in dark corners, women in skimpy dresses perched on their knees. The lights were dimmed and the atmosphere was depressing, the place having nothing to do with the trendy lounges and clubs of Itaewon.

Here, all the glasses were dirty, and the only soundtrack was the noise of creaky chairs sliding on the wooden floor and men slapping a girl's ass from time to time. The air reeked of cheap beer and desperation, lust sticking to sweaty skin almost as much as the dust coating every surface of old wood.

This was the local hole where militaries passed-by to drown their sorrows and sometimes get their dicks wet for free by skanky cougars. Nothing interesting ever happened there and the bartender, in his young twenties, was almost sleeping on the job every night from how boring the clientele was.

However, since a week ago, a newcomer had joined the party, foreigner girl with dark skin and hair, so painfully sticking-out from the crowd that he couldn't not send glances her way every time she shifted on her chair.

He didn't like her.

There was something bone-chilling in the way she walked and talked, in the way her atypical eyes washed over everything like she had an X-ray vision and was trying to see through the walls. He had been observing her for the past few days and had come to the conclusion her presence in the bar was a nuisance.

Her odd face tattoo and cloak definitely scared customers away. Just now, she was alone at the bar counter while everyone else was sitting against the opposite wall.

"More!" she declared, pushing her empty glass away before laying her cheek on the counter.

Her eyes, even glazed from the impressive amount of alcohol she had just swallowed, were still piercing through him like blades.

"You should get going soon," the bartender said, giving another glass of scotch to the strange girl who had been drinking all night, just like the day before, and the day before that.

"Why? You're closing soon?" she asked in a perfect Korean.

The man looked at the clock. It was 2:30 in the morning and he usually closed at 4.

"Yes, closing soon."

She swallowed her glass with her head thrown back, then slapped it on the counter before she turned to the group of soldiers in her back.

"Then why aren't you telling them to leave?"

One of them, a higher-graded official according to the badge on his sleeve, was almost dry-humping his date, the bulge of his crotch slapping her ass every time he pretended to shift on his chair. The fake-blonde looked like she appreciated the gesture, her drunken eyes lustful as she arched her back and leaned into him.

"Them? I know them, they're regulars, and besides," the bartender continued with a tone that was supposed to be playful, "They got guns."

The girl smiled, showing-off her pointy teeth and shaking her head, scoffing.

"They got guns. Scary. I shall go, then."

However she didn't make a move to stand up, biting her lower lips and looking back at the bartender hopefully. He sighed, knowing exactly what she wanted, and put the entire bottle of scotch on the counter.

"It's 65,000₩ for the whole thing."

She had the money on the counter plus some extra before he even stopped talking, even though they both knew he was asking way too much for that cheap whisky. The boy shook his head, clearly judging her destructive behavior. He took the money, walked to the register to get her change.