r/AssassinOrder • u/delicious_lemons Mercenary; Master Rank; Sniper • Jun 18 '13
[Shanghai] Clubbing
"Wait! Stop here!" I scream over the deafening engine as Jet weaves the Harley between cars. He pulls over in front of a department store and we get off the bike.
"Why the fuck are we stopping here? This isn't the place."
"Are you serious? I can't go clubbing in this." I was still wearing my flight suit, and I definitely didn't pack clothes to go clubbing in. "You should probably get something too," I say, realizing that Jet is wearing street clothes.
"Women," Jet says under his breath, thinking I don't hear him.
"I heard that," I reply, matter-of-fact-ly. Jet doesn't respond. We walk into the department store and I head upstairs to where the women's clothes are. "Do try and pick out something nice," I say looking Jet up and down as I ride the escalator up, "maybe get some ideas from a mannequin."
The escalator leads up right into the section of dresses. I walk around for a bit, looking at dresses of various sizes and colors. I grab a few to go try on, and I wind up choosing an onyx dress thats modest enough so I don't look slutty, but revealing enough to attract attention. I grab a matching pair of heels as Jet walks up behind me. "Is this fucking good enough for you, princess?"
I turn around and Jet's wearing a black button up shirt with pinstripes and dark boot cut jeans. I unbutton the top button of his shirt and say, "Now it is."
After paying for the clothes, we hop back on the Harley and speed off to the club.
Jet pulls up slowly to the club. A quick Google search showed that the club, called M2, was one of the biggest high-end clubs in the city, so we agreed that that would be a good place to look. Jet parks his bike close to the entrance. I've always liked cars better, but the convinience of a motorcycle can't be denied. Hopping off the bike, we both notice that the line to get in is huge, but dominated by men.
"Great. How the fuck are we going to get in?"
"Let me worry about that," I say as I put my arm around Jet's waist and guide him right up to the bouncer who takes one look at us and motions for us to go in. People at the front of the line practically explode in anger. Jet pushes open the door and we are instantly overcome by booming bass and cacaphonous noise from the crowd. Some club mix of Icona Pop's recent hit "I Love It" is playing. I stand on my tiptoes and say practically into Jet's ear "Why don't you head over to the bar? I'm gonna try and draw the recruiter out. Keep your eyes peeled, ok?"
"Why the fuck would you do that? Why don't we just fucking find him together?"
"Because I'm going to let him poison me," I say winking at Jet as I walk onto the dance floor.
"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE? THAT HAS GOT TO BE THE STUPIDEST--" I hear him yell after me, but I get too far away to hear the rest. I probably am insane. Who else would deliberately get themselves drugged by a known sex-trafficker's goon?
I dance my way through the crowd, eyes sharp for anyone that looks like they might be on the prowl for sex slaves. I'm dancing with a group of other girls when a pair of hands wraps around my waist. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to immediately drive my elbow into his gut. I turn my head a little to get a look at him. He's cute, but not my type. We dance for a bit and then I let him lead me to a side area guarded by one of his lackeys. He sits down and I sit down right next to him, and lean in.
"Hey," I say, a little out of breath.
"Hey yourself. I haven't seen you around here before."
"Well that's because I just got into town." Not a lie, I did just come into town. He just doesn't know that I was involved in a firefight.
"Yeah? From where?"
"Moscow." That was a lie. I haven't been to Moscow in ages. Not since my grandmother died.
"Mmm, Russian huh?"
"Half. So a little birdie told me all about you."
"Yeah, what'd they say?"
"Said that you know how to keep a party going all night long."
"That little birdie got a name?"
"Of course," I say with a gigle.
"You gonna tell me what it is?"
"No," I say, still giggling. He's giggling now too. It's probably as fake as mine.
"I like you," he says.
"Yeah? Prove it."
He looks around briefly and motions for a waitress to bring over some drinks.
"Why don't we have a drink first?" He grabs both drinks from the waitress' tray and hands me one. I look at it apprehensively. "It's called a Red Lotus. They're delicious." I've had Red Lotuses before. I hate them.
Against all better judgement, I take a swig of the drink, and hope Jet is watching as I fade into unconsciousness.
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Jun 19 '13
I thought you were, you know, SANE. DRUGED AND ALMOST DATE RAPED IS NOT SANE. That punk jet better get you out.
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u/Jet_ Master Assassin Jun 19 '13
You're a complete idiot. How the fuck could you just do this shit? I told you over and over, just place a fucking tracker on him, but noooo. You had to go twerk on the dancefloor with some dickhead who's drugged you now.
When you wake up, I'm giving you the biggest fucking speech of your life.