Good Girl

Chapter 7

Sangwoo made his way over to the bar, his boots stomping on the dark wooden floor. The bleached bit of his now disheveled hair absorbed the low scarlet light that emitted from the smart bulbs, creating the illusion they had been dyed with blood. An alexa played jaunty piano music that more matched a saloon in some old American western movie instead of the seedy speakeasy, where the only password was a dubious legal record. As it was a Thursday evening, it wasn't too busy, yet there were a few regulars at some of the tables, discussing their latest drug deals and how many girls they had and bullshit that Sangwoo was above. To be honest, this idiotic bar was one of his least favorite places, but it was the only place he could do to actually have a drink. There was freedom in not having to hide his other side, to have a second home where he could fully let loose what he was, and to be around his own kind, and have his accomplishments celebrated in the full way they deserved. He grabbed the barstool and shoved it to the side, collapsing into it, and glaring at the bartender until he came over to serve him.

"Whisky on the rocks" He demanded before the bartender had a chance to open his mouth, in a low voice that only accompanied the glare that he wore on his face. "Now!"

The bartender raised his dark eyebrows at Sangwoo, the silver rings that pierced the edge of each one almost hitting the ceiling. "Rough day?" He inquired, with a click of his tongue.

"I don't have to tell you shit," Sangwoo growled, and the bartender, who despite his fake ID, was old enough to know that conversation wasn't worth the effort, and just to prepare the drink without a second thought.

From across the bar, another man left his game of cards and swaggered over to the bar, snatching the seat next to Sangwoo. He was as tall as him, but without all the muscle. He simply had on black dress pants, a white button-down, and a black vest, and a fedora to cover his balding hair. A blue-haired man in desperate need of some skincare shouted something after him, not that Sangwoo knew or cared what it was. The tall man shouted something back to the blue-haired one, shutting him up. "How long until you tell me what's happening?" He sighed, taking a sip of the red wine he had brought with him.

Sangwoo rewarded his attempts at communication with a death glare, as his drink arrived. Without breaking eye contact, he chugged it, the alcohol burning his throat. He ordered two more, and then finally grumbled. "The fuck does it matter to you Choi?"

Choi let out a bit of a chuckle, folding one spindly leg over the other, a bit like a spider who was taunting her prey. The red light masked the wrinkles on his face, along with the shade from his hat. "Haven't seen you this bad since the first time we met. I do hope you didn't try to bury another one, I know I taught you better than to dig up the ground before April."

"Shut. Your. Mouth." Sangwoo threatened, not giving two shits about what Choi had to say. Didn't matter that he mentored him on all things illegal, he came to this bar so he wouldn't have to think. So he could figure out what the hell to do with her when he got home.

Choi shrugged. "You're adorable." He condensingly complemented, as Sangwoo downed his next two drinks in an attempt to avoid conversation. "You know all I have to do is wait until you've had a few more and you'll spill, mine as well get it out now."

"FINE!" Sangwoo roared, his voice so explosive that all of the other bar activity stopped. The only thing that could be heard was Alexa, still playing Spotify as if it was a deaf young child who didn't know any better.

Choi took another sip of wine and nodded his head, gesturing with his hand for Sangwoo to get this show on the road, witch really only made Sangwoo contemplate breaking his fucking fingers.

But instead of doing so, he took a deep breath and crossed his arms. It was better to just spit it out, after all, Choi was the only one in here with a body count higher than his, and the only one who knew all of Sangwoo's secrets and methods. "My bitch got herself pregnant." He mumbled, breaking eye contact with Choi.