Rain on window

Note: I was organizing my writing files and found this beginning to a story that I started about 10 years ago. Sorry for the language; the lady is a sailor 😉 

A red silk scarf dangled from her fingers and dark hair hung in damp clumps about her face. With wild eyes scanning the restaurant and bar she strode quickly towards her target. Her hips swung seductively back and forth beneath the long velvet skirt she wore and her blouse clung to her breasts, wet from the relentless rain that could be heard outside. Several men at the tables she passed turned to watch her with lust in their eyes. But she didn’t see them; her fiery eyes were focused on the dark haired man seated at the bar. When she reached him she slammed her fist down on the bar, right next to his tumbler of whiskey. He barely moved, but looked pointedly at the soaking wet scarf tightly entwined within her small fist as it leaked water onto the bar. She leaned close enough for him to see the flecks of gold in her otherwise green eyes.

“What the hell happened?!” She hissed through perfectly straight and clenched teeth. Water dripped from the ends of her hair onto his denim-clad thigh. A flicker of annoyance passed through his eyes.

“Relax, it’s taken care of now,” he said as he raised his glass to his lips and looked away from her.

“Relax?!” She practically shrieked, incredulous. “They fucked up!  The neighbor’s light came on and he was standing the in the window!” Her voice rose two octaves. He grabbed her wrist then and pulled her closer, his face inches from hers. He felt her saturated clothing pressing into him.

“Keep your voice down, sugar,” he looked around the room. “Don’t worry, they shut the neighbor up,” he whispered as he leaned back on his stool. The bartender was at the other end of the bar and no one else was seated near them.

“Just what does that mean? You paid him or–?” she asked angrily.

“Gave him a little incentive not to talk is all. Two murders in one night and we would have had to renegotiate now wouldn’t we?” He said, expressionless.

“Oh, that’s real cute,” she said bitterly and looked away while yanking her wrist from his grasp. She faced the bar and leaned into it, weary.

“Listen, everything went according to plan,” he said cockily.

“Until the goddamn neighbor got a front row seat!” She hissed.

The bartender raised an eyebrow at her and paused in his glass washing.

“Everything went according to plan,” he continued in a slow deliberate tone, “no trace, no fingerprints, nothing.”

“Are you positive?” She asked as her eyes bore into his. “Tell me you are one hundred percent positive that this is going to work,” she said as she started to shiver. He broke into a smile then, looking more attractive than she wanted him to.

“Have I ever let you down, baby?”

“Shit,” She declared disgustedly, and sat down on the bar stool next to him.

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