The End of a Dream

Jenny Lilith Noir had been a bartender for 3 years in a nightclub that was highly popular in the underground industries. She ran the bar with her skills and top notch famously original drinks, thus making the club being ever the more popular with customers from up and down. Heck even the manager of the club knew that they cannot lose their valuable worker for the club's benefit so whenever a shootout happens, the security's top responsibility is to take her somewhere safe, much to Jenny's disappointment.

Now being a bartender over the years, customers tend to blurt out things when they are drunk or when the customers do not bother to order a private booth, so they discuss business in hush tones, though Jenny would always be able to hear it, since not much can be heard over the loud music of the DJ, so you could guess the customers talking louder than necessary
Therefore, Jenny knew things. Things that an innocent everyday civilian would never know. Things that the officers and medias would love to get their hands on, and she would be getting a handful of cash in doing so as well.

But would she ever? No, she wasn't stupid.

Shouldn't she do it for the better good? To rid the world of criminals? Honestly, Jenny didn't care.

Reality wasn't some Fairy Tale of talking animals and magical powers. Reality was selfish and greedy.

Jenny does not care, she does not trust and she certainly wouldn't be falling for some hunk Underworld Lord that thinks he can get anything he wants, including her.

Well Jenny can't give a shit. In fact Jenny told him to fuck off despite having a gun pointed towards her head.

But he never did.

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