Zel swore he must be cursed. There he was sitting at the bar waiting for the obvious pick up that was supposed to spell his doom. He had been in this situation before. Two names and figures jumped into his mind and he almost laughed out loud.
He recalled the very first time this happened to him. Her name was Naga. She had had more chest than brains. He could still remember her lame pick up line. "I, the great serpent Naga, have come to kill you Zelgadis Greywolf."
Like that was supposed to be a turn on? he thought mockingly. She had a laugh that could kill but all in all she was quite pathetic.
The last asassin had been a childish and absurd thing that swore she loved him, and couldn't kill him, only to end up falling for the next guy, and the next, and the guy after that too. Silly Twit he mused, Martina was a real shame but she was also insane enough to be dangerous, and bloody persistant too. Pity, at least she had been fun, even if she had zero fashion sense.
Zel could feel the feminen presence behind him before he smelt her sweet perfume and before he felt her tap him roughly on the shoulder.
Here it comes he thought.
"You're in my seat."
"Huh?" Zel turned around startled.
"I said, you're in my seat." the red head repeated, irritated.
Zel stared at the cute, petite red head before him. She barely came up to his chin and had vibrant ruby eyes. Ruby red eyes that seemed more bent on yanking him off the chair than screwing him silly.
Wow! Zel thought, appreciating the way her short black skirt hugged her slim waist and hips, revealing nice shapely legs that ended in shiny white half boots. Her chest, encased in a white tube top, was not buxom but just the size to fit in the palm of his hand, he wagered. She had one hand on her waist, impatient, and the other holding a short black jacket over her shoulder. Nothing flashy, nothing sinister. This is no asassin. Zel concluded.
Her tapping foot brought him back to the present. "Oh. Sorry." he appologised and allowed the girl to take his place. Zel took the seat next to her, causing the passed-out patren to fall to the floor, un-noticed.
"So." Zel addressed the stranger. "Come here often?"
The girl looked at him and smiled. "Now THAT is a really old pick up line. Can't you think of a better one?"
Zel blushed furiously. "N. no I.. I mean, ah, about the seat.." he stammered like a young boy.
"Yeah I do." she laughed. "It's the only place that knows if they ask for my ID, I'll kill them. I really hate that," she mused "being taken for a kid and all."
"Well would you let a guy buy you a drink so he can try and save face?" Zel asked relaxing towards the vibrant female.
"Absolutely! Bartender! A glass of Moscatel wine, with ice! and the cute guy's payin'!" she giggled as the bartender poured her drink. "Thanks. By the way, what should I call you?"
Zel smiled, charmed, as she sipped her wine. "I'm Zelgadis Greywolf."
"Lina! Lina Inverse! Nice to meet you Zel!" Lina exclaimed, shaking his hand. "Wanna try?"
Zel looked at the glass she offered before shrugging. "Sure. Why not." Taking a sip he was struck by its smooth sweet flavor and fruity aftertaste. "Good stuff." he comented before ordering a glass for himslef.
Time seemed to speed by as the couple talked, laughed, and drank together. Zel didn't want the moment to ever end so he talked her into going out to dinner with him. She agreed, on the terms that he take her to a movie later, and of course, he foot the bill. Zel quickly accepted, and they moved on to a fabulous restaurant that she knew of.
Eris followed the pair, her eyes glowing dangerously. It'll be so easy. I'll just kill two pests with one blow. That skany bitch'll be gone and the wolf history. Then Rezo will be mine!
The asassin recheacked her equipment. A sniper gun and one rocket. Not much she thought, but it'll be all I need.
She sat down to wait.