The Quean

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Her tall heels glided across the dance floor as she mingled around. The short red dress that hugged her frame caught the attention of every person in the room. Her long blonde hair flew around her with her as she flicked it over her shoulder.

     Swaying her hips, she pressed up against a guy before grinning and sauntering away. Hearing him curse in frustration, she smiled at his displeasure. Doing a quick glance around, she locked eyes with a man sitting at the bar. Smirking, the man gestured her over to the stool next to him.

As she made her way over to the bar, she stumbled around, drunkenly laughing at her clumsiness. Taking a seat, she glanced at the middle aged man before her who was wearing a dark blue suit. The guy waved his hand to the bartender and signaled for 4 shots.

      "What's a damsel like you doing in a bar alone?" He smirked her intoxicated form.

     She hiccuped before giggling, "Oh, you know" she glanced at the shots in front of her,  swiftly downing two of them, "Just out for some fun."

     Quickly, the guy downed the remaining shots and held his hand up for more.

     He held his hand out to the young lady, "The name's Malcom Smith."

     Shyly the woman grabbed his hand,  "Rose Harper." He brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Giggling, she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. She felt him place his hands around her waist and slowly guide her hips towards him.

    Allowing this, the young lady rolled her hips back, hearing a satisfied groan behind her. She griped his tie and pulled his body forward until he was resting his chin on her shoulder. 

      "How about we take this somewhere else" She purred in his ear. Hearing no contradiction, she led him out of the club before turning the corner in a dark alleyway.

     Within seconds, his lips were on hers, forcefully grabbing her sides and pressing her into the wall. One of her legs wrapped around his body before he lifted her frame up against the wall.

    Trying to gain more access, he tried slipping his tongue in only to feel a harsh wave of pain spreading through him. Tasting blood, the guy quickly dropped the young lady before spitting on the ground. Seeing blood mix in with his spit, he stormed over to the crouching woman.

     "You- You bit me!" He ludicrously raged out.

     Without answering, the woman only grinned up at him, his blood staining her teeth. Her drunken form clearly just an act as she lunged forwards and tripped him before grabbing his head and forcing it on the floor.

     Snapping out of his shocked form, Malcom flipped them over so she was beneath him. Lifting her hips up, she arched her back and pushed him off before quickly kicking him in the head. Knocking him out, his unmoving form lay on the ground, a slow trickle of blood going down his head.

     Dusting off her dress, the woman hunched over and spit out the remains of blood in her mouth. Glancing back at the knocked-out form, she brought her hand to her ear.

     "Target has been taken out. What's next?" She began brushing her hair out as she waited for an answer.

   "Lily is heading over right now. Don't do anything unless he wakes up." 

     "You know i'd never do that. Never." She grinned out.

     Static answered her.

      Footsteps could be heard approaching the alleyway. Slowly she reached for the small knife on her thigh. Holding it out, she prepared herself to throw it only to meet an annoyed blonde head.