Thank you to OldBroad76 for editing for me!
I
Walt sat in his car, parked in a dark alleyway that gave him the perfect view of the dirty, brown door that led into "Jason's Bar". Although he was a little worried about being in an expensive car in such a rough part of town, he pushed those worries away.
The engine was off, as were the lights. It would be pretty much impossible for anyone on the other side of the street to spot him, even though it was a clear night.
He looked at his watch.
Where is she? She's late!
He had sat there for 20 minutes already, his toe nervously tapping the entire time.
Until his eyes lit up.
Finally!
A woman came into view on the other side of the street. She was dressed in a long, red dress that fell down to her knees. It hugged her slim frame but also emphasised her tits, which were much bigger than they should be for someone her size.
As she walked, her long, blonde hair blew in the wind. Even from a distance it was clear she had a face full of make-up.
She looks amazing.
The blonde woman reached for the door and hesitated, just for a moment, to look around before heading inside.
"Right," Walt said to himself, "here we go."
He looked at his phone.
8pm.
10 minutes later, a man he recognised came into view on the other side of the street. Jeff. Although he was a nice, loyal friend, he came from a bit of a rough family, and when he dressed in a certain way it was easy to consider him a threat.
He then entered the bar, and Walt's heart began to beat faster and faster.
Am I really doing this?
He thought and began to panic,
No, I have to.
II
Amy looked around.
Where the hell am I?
The bar was disgusting. Tables and chairs that were falling apart, a crowd that looked like they could break into a fight at any moment. And that smell, a mix of sweat and beer. This wasn't a bar Amy would normally find herself in. Especially dressed how she was.
Even as she walked further in, she instantly spotted multiple of thugs gawking at her.
They probably haven't seen an upstanding woman in here for years,
Amy thought.
She brushed her blonde hair behind her ears and sat down in a booth. It was uncomfortable to say the least. She felt the wood beneath the battered cushions.
When it took nearly 10 minutes for someone to come take her order, Amy got more and more pissed.
"You want a drink?" A young man asked her.
He looked young, maybe in his 20s, and he looked rough with cuts on his face, bruised knuckles, and a tooth missing.
"Glass of wine, please." Amy told him.
He gave a grunt and then walked off.
Not exactly great service.
A gust of cold wind brushed past, and Amy turned her head to see the door to the bar had opened. In walked a tall, very muscular, rough looking man. He had short black hair, a short black beard, and wore tatty clothes. The type of guy Amy expected to see somewhere like this.
She watched him walk over to the bar before grabbing her phone.
Where is he?
Typing in a message, she sent out a text.
Amy:
Hey, I'm here. Where are you? This place is a dump!
When she looked up, the "waiter" dumped a glass of wine onto her table which spilt over the side.
"Thank you." Amy said, attempting to be polite as he walked off.
But as Amy watched the waiter walk away, the rough man that entered the bar stared at her with a pint of beer in his hand. Then, he flashed her a smile.
Being the socially awkward, polite lady she was, Amy smiled back.
But unfortunately, he interpreted that as an indication for him to come over.
Oh no, please, please don't speak to me!
"Hey." He said with a deep husky voice when he arrived at her table.
"H-hi." Amy nervously replied.
She didn't want to be rude and piss off this stranger, but fear welled up in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm Jeff." He said and sat down without an invitation.
"Nice to meet you." She said, fingering her glass of wine as she avoided eye contact.
"Not often I see a pretty young thing like you in here." He said.
Although Amy appreciated the compliment, being called young even though she was 35 made her feel good, she still was panicking.
"Thanks." She nervously replied to him.
"You from around here?" Jeff asked, although Amy still wasn't looking at him.
"No." She replied, which technically wasn't a lie. Her house was only 20 minutes away, but she definitely did not associate herself with this area.
"I didn't think so, how about..." Jeff started to speak but Amy instantly cut him off.
"I'm married," she practically shouted. "My husband will be here soon."
She looked up, but Jeff was unphased by what she had told him. In fact, he was smiling.
"Fair enough, see you later darlin'." Jeff said and stood up to walk away.
Amy waited another 10 minutes with no reply from her text before deciding she needed to get out of this place.
Amy:
I don't know where you are but I'm going home. You've really pissed me off tonight!
She put her phone into her little black purse and headed out of the bar.
III
Walt sat nervously in his car, watching the door to the bar. Jeff had only been in a few minutes, and he was already desperate for an update.
When he got the text from Amy, he thought it best to not reply, leave her wondering where he was or if he would even turn up.
To Walt's surprise, his phone rang pretty quickly, and he saw it was Jeff.
"Hey, what's happening?" Walt asked instantly.
"All good, she's loyal." Jeff told him.
"Are you sure?" Walt replied.
"Yeah, she told me she was married pretty much instantly." Jeff said.
"Thank god," Walt said with a sigh of relief. "Thanks for this. I appreciate it."
"No worries," Jeff replied. "See you at work on Monday?"
