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Smoke.
Wommit.
Alcohol.
Piss.
Blood.
The scents mixing in my nose as I tried to focus on the sound of my sneakers hitting the wet, disgusting pavement. Lips pulled into a snarl of disgust, I shove my hands into my pockets, letting out a sigh as I swerve through the crowds lining the streets.
A group of guys a few feet away from me start yelling. Curses fly. Then a bottle. And soon I hear the familiar sound of fist connecting to bone. I barely give them a glance as one of the men tumbles and falls onto his face. The sound of his nose cracking and breaking against the piss stained pavement echoes and I roll my eyes as the others let out a laugh, spitting at the now passed out guy on the floor.
A door swings open at the end of the building, the hinges creaking and screaming as it's violently pushed open. A body comes flying out of it, and like the man from before, it lands hard on the concrete and stays there, motionless.
"And stay out."
A man at the door, presumably the bar owner, exclaims before marching back in, the door painfully squeaking as it closes behind him.
'Why not?'
I think to myself shrugging my shoulders.
Walking around the still unconscious man, I push the door open, once again being met by it groaning with strain.
The pub is full. Groups fill almost every table. Cards are dealt, drinks are poured. The room is loud, music sends vibrations through the floor and I can already feel the cigarette smoke sticking to my jacket.
I walk over to one of the stools and sit. The leather is worn out and I shift from side to side, trying to at least find some comfort. It's warm as if recently been sat on. Perhaps the man now hugging the pavement outside sat here moments ago?
Tapping the wooden table with my fingers, a glass soon appears next to my hand. There's a brownish liquid inside and I don't even think about its contents or taste, just hope it makes me dizzy enough to not care about sleeping on the cold street floor tonight.
The drink is gone in one swift swig. It burns my mouth and throat as it slides down and I let out a small shiver before tapping my fingers once again.
"You sure missy? I don't think you can handle more."
My gaze travels up and towards the sound. It's not the man from before whom I assumed was the bar owner. My eyes land on the mouth first. A wide grin filled with sharp shark-like teeth. A scar runs across his mouth and I follow it up to his eyes. Two yellow pupils connect to mine and we share a moment of silence before he cocks his head. I notice a pair of ears, like that of a cat but soon forget the thought as I remember the comment.
I want to say something back, a remark in return. Something sarcastic or just plain bitchy. Instead I, once again, tap my fingers against the wood and remain silent. He looks at me for a moment but soon shrugs and reaches for a bottle under him. As soon as he pours another glass, I empty it out.
The man lets out a snort but doesn't say more. His focus instead falls on the door of the bar as it creaks open. His smirk drops and I can see his shoulders tensing. I can read annoyance across his face and my head turns to see the object in question.
A red haired girl enters, scanning the room as she takes a few steps forward. She seems to be looking for something. After a few moments, she exhails and motions behind her. A blue haired girl who seems to have been hiding behind the bar door quickly enters and the two set off to go sit at a far corner, dissapearing from my line of sight.
"Who's that?"
I ask the bartender. Judging by his reaction to her entrance, I was sure they were familiar with each other.
"A good for nothing punk. Haven't seen her since enforcers got her years ago. Must have just been released or sum'."
The man seemed agitated, as if the girl was bound to cause trouble for him.
"What did she do?"
I knew my questioning was annoying but I had nothing else to do. And she seemed rather interesting, especially after learning she was caught by the enforcers.
"As far as I know, she and some other kids blew a building up. Got some folks killed and some pricey shit destroyed. At least that's the story around here. I just figured she threw a few punches at the wrong person and got her ass hauled off."
I leaned back in my stool, managing to sneak a peak at the two in the corner. She didn't look like a killer to me, though I wouldn't try starting a fist fight with her.
Her eyes kept darting around the room, probably waiting for someone to jump the pair. The other blue haired girl sat next to her, her arms crossed on her lap. She sat up straight and I could see she was nervous, no matter how hard she might try to hide it.
She didn't belong here.
Letting out a smirk, I twisted in my chair and took a step towards them, slowly crossing the room.
The night was long and I was bored.
'Why not?'