Pulling the Trigger: Unconformity 1
1-Brown Bottles and a Big Ego.
A/N- Enjoy! ....... hopefully...
A/N- the guy in the pic is Gabriel (obviously)
I slowly and very painfully climbed out of my bedroom window. Every move made my body shatter with pain. It was a shitty reminder of my last mission, which, by the way, had ended terribly. I had managed to kill my target, but not before falling off a roof onto the pavement of an old parking lot. Only two things had made falling off the building worse, landing on chunks of the broken pavement and the fact that the roof was two stories high. I had come out of it with a few gashes-nothing Matt couldn't fix-and some horrible bruises, nothing life-threatening.
I reached the bottom and soundlessly sneaked towards my bike, which had been carelessly thrown on the backyard. Obviously Reece had done it.
"What an asshole." I whispered angrily to myself as I picked it up.
I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, got on my bike, and rode off into the damp night towards the Green Bear Pub.
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I reached the pub and walked my bick towards the back. Placing it behind the disgusting dumpster, I pulled my fake ID out of my sweatshirt pocket. I was glad to have gotten it because it would make it easier to get what I wanted: an ice-cold, perspiring bottle of beer and a couple shots of tequila. The thought of the bitter liquids made me shiver with delight. It reminded me of being in a candy shop when I was little.
I pulled out the wad of cash that I had taken from Matt and Reece when they weren't looking. I counted it, making sure that I would have enough to pay for everything. I was pretty sure that $234 would be enough to cover my alcohol bill.
I shoved my ID and my wad of cash into my pocket and jogged to the front of the pub. I walked in and made my way to the bar, pushing through crowds of wannabee bikers and pot heads.
"Hey bartender!" I yelled.
He walked over and put his hand down in front of me.
"What'll it be?"
"Just get me the coldest bottle of beer you got." I ordered.
He cocked his eyebrow, "Yur gunna have ta show me some ID."
I smirked and reached into my pocket for the ID and waved it in front of his face. He grabbed it and inspected it. Handing it back to me, he walked away and came back with my prize.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Nope." I said, smiling.
I grabbed it and took a big gulp. I looked at the different bottles on the shelf, debating on what to get next.
"Hey," someone greeted next to me, "Do you mind if I sit here?"
I turned to look at the source of the friendly address. My jaw dropped. He had the blondest hair that I had ever seen and the bluest eyes. He was very attractive or, at least, I thought so.
I quickly regained my composure and turned back to my drink.
"Yes." I replied simply.
I could feel the stunned gaze on the back of my head.
"There are plenty of other seats around over there." I continued.
I took another sip of my beer and felt very, very powerful. I had just shot down the most handsome guy in this bar and I felt good.
"I'll buy you any drink you want." he coaxed.
"Um, no." I shot back and yet again sipped my drink.
He sat down on the seat next to me and looked at me.
"I said no." I repeated.
"I know what you said and frankly I don't give a shit." he smiled.
I glared at him, "Step off asshole."
"Hey bartender!" he yelled, "Get my friend here another cold one."
This guy was really persistent and to be honest I kind of liked it. But I couldn't let him know that.
"Thanks." I said sarcastically, "But I'm gonna go."
I took a ten dollar bill out of my pocket and slapped it on the bar for the bartender. Turning to walk out, the guy caught the edge of my sleeve.
"Before you go, my name's Gabriel." he smiled slyly.
Wow, this guy had a big ego.
"That's great." I said sarcastically as I pulled away.
"I didn't catch your name!" he called after me.
"That's 'cause I didn't give it to you dumb ass!" I smirked and walked out towards my bike.
"What an egotistical prick." I whispered to myself.
Actually I kind of liked him.
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