Kigo

7

Chapter 7: A Faux Appearance
Avast, me hearties and beware... for here there extreme violence!

Ye have been warned!

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"It's a conspiracy! The whole fucking family is out to get me," Shego yelled into the night as she tore down the gloomy highway at twice the speed limit. She was not paying attention to where she was going, she just needed to get away from the Possible household. By the time she had calmed down, the road signs were showing she was halfway to Lowerton.

Well, Lowerton it is. First bar or tavern I come to is getting rich from me tonight.

A few minutes later, a well-lit tavern came into view along the forested road, and she felt her luck was finally changing. Then she saw the tavern's name: 'A Possible Tavern'.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," she groaned. Dammit, I need a drink and need it now. Screw the name!

Pulling into the parking lot, she drove around the back of the tavern. It was more out of habit from her days of villainy than any real need, but the routine was hard to break. Walking to the front of the tavern, she had on her face the grim determination of someone who needed a drink.

Swiftly climbing the wooden stairs up to the main entrance, she paused before the large double doors. Turning slowly, she proceeded to scan up and down the highway as well as paying close attention to the few cars in the parking lot. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, she turned back to the entrance. Hand on the door, she noticed a small sign next to the entrance.

Saturday Night
KiGo Night
7pm til late.

"Hmph!" Well, whoever or whatever this KiGo is, they better not interrupt my drinking, she thought, opening the door and walking inside.

As soon as the doors closed behind her, she stepped to the side, letting her eyes adjust to the gloomy interior. She looked around, memorizing windows, doors, exits, and patrons. It was a routine that had in the past saved her and Drakken's life from overzealous criminals and law enforcement officers. The back of the tavern was dominated by a large bar, with a solitary barkeep, and scattered around the main room were tables and chairs. On each side of the room, large family dining booths hugged the walls, all currently vacant at this early hour of the day. Around the walls were large flat screen televisions showing off various sporting events, and the sound of music drifted through the tavern from an old fashion jukebox over behind some pool tables.

All in all a typical tavern, she mused, moving out of the way of two very large, very drunk men as they stumbled past her and out the door. Oh yes, very typical indeed. The tavern was mostly empty, only being late afternoon, in fact there were only a handful of people inside. Suits me. Less people, less staring, and less chance of some moron ending up with broken bones. The tavern having passed her inspection, she headed to the bar.

"You're a bit early for the KiGo night aren't you?" The bartender called out as she walked up to the counter. She scowled at his smiling face as she sat down on a stool at the bar. She was here to get drunk, not to talk.

"What?" she snapped, continuing to scowl at the bartender.

"You're here for the KiGo night, I take it?" He gestured at what she assumed was her clothes.

"No, dipshit, I'm just here for the drinks and the no talking." She dropped a large pile of bills on the counter. "Now, scotch, double, give me your best, and keep them coming." Barkeep's yet to mention my skin, guess there's a first time for everything.

"The Name's Rob," the bartender said as a way of introduction, "and no talking it is." He easily spotted someone in a foul mood who wished to be left alone. Scanning the wide variety of bottles behind the bar, he soon had a double scotch in front of her.