sim.jaeyun → agent 003

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I sat down on a stool, there was like one other person sat here, a girl, on the very end - whereas I was in the middle, just taking a sip of my Cognac.

The music was loud, but my thoughts were even louder. Somehow, I could still only continue to think about that case, the bodies, the initials on the neck.

Everything just made me want to throw this glass at the poor bartender who had done absolutely nothing to me.

I took another sip, I'm pretty sure the bartender was straying away from my side, because he could probably tell that with a single nuisance from someone, I'll definitely be launching this glass somewhere.

Speaking of which, a random man stumbled into me, then sat next to me and gawped at me as if he had three remaining braincells.

"You, come with me." His words were slurred, and eyes were looking the opposite directions, I wasn't even sure if he was completely drunk, or on some kind of drugs that made him act like this.

Either way, he was very unsettling.

I ignored his presence, taking another small, slow sip of my liquor, maybe if I just blatantly ignored him, he'd leave me alone.

But no, people can't leave pretty girls to just sit and be pretty, they have to harass them as if their life depends on it.

"Come on woman, I like your figure." He placed his hand on my arm, and I just poked my cheek with my tongue, taking in a deep breath as I slowly turned my head to look at him.

His hand trailed onto my thigh, and I fixed a cold glare onto him. He probably couldn't tell, considering his eyes were looking in completely different directions.

"I have a gun, close to where your hand is, loaded." I lowly told him, in such a threatening tone.

He gave a laugh, as if he didn't believe me. He continued rubbing my thigh, and I just gave a chuckle, the bartender looked at me, a little worried, but seeing my expression, he left me to it.

I placed my glass on the counter.

"Please could you mind my drink for me?" I asked the bartender sweetly as he quickly nodded, avoiding eye contact with me.

I stood up, grabbing the guy's arm forcefully, and dragging him into a disabled bathroom nearby. He was laughing, trying to touch me further, but I pinned him against the wall, his two arms in my singular arm.

And with my other free arm, I unstrapped my gun from my thigh, bringing up to his face, and clicking the gun straight under his nose.

His eyes widened, and I'm sure that sobered him right the hell up. His face grew pale, and he slightly cowered at my harsh gaze.

"I suggest you leave this place entirely, and don't think about returning." I raspily warned him, letting his hands go and strapping the gun back to my thigh.

With that, I left the bathroom first, heading straight back to the bar with such a pure look on my face. The bartender said nothing, just minded his own business and flashed me a meek smile.

I took a sip, and shortly after, the disabled toilet opened, the guy frantically looked around, shaking and evidently shook from whatever he experienced in there.

The bartender glanced over at him as I just watched him fearfully search for me. He tried to make his way back towards the main part of the club, but he made eye contact with me.

His eyes widened, and he immediately head the opposite direction, towards the way of the exit.

I watched as he packed up his shit and left, his skin paler than the ghost of mary.

Finally, I could return back to my relaxed state, sipping a warm spicy blend of Cognac. To be honest, I wasn't much of a liquor girl either, but I suppose I can treat myself every once in a while.

I placed the glass down, taking my phone out of my bag and my lipstick, I looked at myself in the camera, and proceeded to touch my lipstick up.

The girl who was sat at the end of the bar, got up and left, leaving just me here, alone, sipping my drink and threatening people alone.

Okay, maybe I am slightly the problem here.

Amidst checking myself out, an assertive shadow made it's way beside me, sitting right beside me. I didn't look exactly at who it was, because initially, I concluded that it would've been another drunken lunatic, wanting to know what an actual gun smells like, but upon hearing the voice of this man, I came to the quick resolve that it was clearly not.