𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 {𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙧}✔️

1. Introductions & Drinks.

"Ugh, why must you always drag me out to these events, Isabelle." You whine, being dragged by the forearm of your best friend of almost two years now.

"Because I need a wing women for this man im meeting." She says to you, giving a mischievous smirk. You roll your eyes in response, as a secret smile starts to tug at the ends of your mouth.

She was always more of the carefree and fun type of person. It went along with her job of being a singer, as she would always try to get you to go with her but you always declined the offers. It wasn't like you didn't like going out with her. You just had more pressing matters to take care of..

You had on a black cocktail dress, the end of it stopping at your thigh whilst the other side of it reached all the way down to your leg. The neckline part of the dress covered your chest, keeping the vibe sexy but mainatain a certain elegancy. You had on a pair of black heels, the bottom color being a lustful red.

The both of you quickly enter the dimly lit jazz club that she was supposed to sing at tonight. She often would travel, occasionally coming back to hang out with you. You scan the room noticing the brown and burgundy theme it was, the walls designed like bricks but maintaining a deep wooden like color. The burgundy booths had a glossy shine to it, similar to booths you would find in a diner except now it had more of a classy look.

The place itself was filled with older people, ranging from their 30's all the way to their 70's. Tonight was originally supposed to be spent with movies, ice cream and a bottle of wine, not being Belle's wing woman. Yet you, feel your arm get yanked, her dragging you over to the bar, forcing you to sit down on a stool.

You weren't much for parties or even going out but you did want to see your friend. So when you had too, you sucked it up and went out. You wave your hand, calling over the bartender to order a martini, as you observe your surroundings. In your line of business, observing people and their behavior was a skill you just had to be good at.

Within the hour, the club had gotten more packed, people filling in each of the booths and tables that were available. You notice Isabelle getting on stage, hearing her melodic voice filling the air as she had started singing. You couldn't help but feel a bit jealous but also happy for her—her life was glamorous to say the least, and was such a happy spirited person. She was the type of person that would lit up the room with one smile and yet you were completely different.

Your dark past had a way of following you, as it was always one tragedy after another. You couldn't help but to find some sort of release or at least a way to help others to distract yourself from your problems. In your defense, you knew what you were doing was considered bad, but these women had no one to rely on and you had to be their protector. Or at least help get the revenge they deserved without any risk to then.

Your thoughts are suddenly broken when you feel a hand placed on your shoulder, giving whoever it was a deathly glare. Your gaze immediately softens realizing that Isabelle was finished with her song and now at your side.