🍻 Waiting, Whiskey, and Way Too Many Pickup Lines
An Alleycat Crew Short
The bar was too crowded, too noisy, too smoky, and smelled like sweat and disappointment.
Two half-naked women danced on stage, soaked in booze splashed on them by seedy patrons.
Kash couldn’t believe there was a legitimate fence here—one capable of moving counterfeit credits, let alone a stolen necklace worth billions. But here they were, waiting for the thief and fence to arrive.
“Hey sexy,” a burly man slurred at Calynn, placing his hand firmly on her backside. “When do you go on stage?”
Calynn rolled her eyes at Kash and shook her head. Her lightning-fast hands removed the man’s hand and had his wrist bent at a painful angle before he could blink.
“Didn’t your mama teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” Calynn asked. “Or shall I remove this hand as a reminder?”
She brought her leg up slowly, placed her foot on his chest, and then kicked—sending him crashing into a table full of other men.
“We’re supposed to be blending,” Kash reminded her, lifting his drink.
“My ass is not blending with his hand,” Calynn snapped.
“She’s feisty,” the man wheezed from the floor, smirking. “I like ’em feisty.”
“No... she’s fatal,” Kash said, downing the rest of his glass.
That’s when the bar fight started.
One of the man’s friends stood up. Another tossed a drink. Someone yelled, “Get her!” like that had ever worked.
Tables flipped. Glass shattered. Someone’s head took out the jukebox.
Calynn moved like a cyclone with legs—spinning kicks, brutal elbows, flawless balance. One guy went down clutching his groin. Another bounced off the ceiling.
Kash watched from his bar stool, then casually motioned to the bartender for a refill.
“You alright, baby girl?”
“Just getting in a workout,” Calynn replied, dodging a bottle and slamming someone into a wall.
By the time the dust settled, there were ten unconscious men, one groaning woman, and a dent in the floor that hadn’t been there before.
In the middle of it all stood Calynn. Her hair was mussed. Her shirt soaked with whatever cocktail of alcohol had been spilled on her. She still looked sexy as hell.
A skinny man in an oversized coat stood trembling near the wall. Kash hadn’t even noticed him enter. He was cradling a small box, pale-faced and frozen as he stared at the wreckage.
His eyes locked on Calynn, who turned slowly to face him.
He didn’t even try to run.
When Calynn approached, he extended the box like a terrified altar boy.
“I—I was just holding it for a friend,” he stammered.
Calynn opened it, inspecting the gleaming necklace inside. It shimmered like stolen starlight.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” she said.
He nodded rapidly.
“Get lost,” Kash added.
The man ran.
Calynn turned to Kash with a grin.
“Want to grab dinner before we return this?”
“Are you buying?” Kash chuckled. “I can’t believe you started a bar fight.”
“He grabbed my ass.”
“Makes mental note: do not grab Calynn’s ass,” Kash said aloud, feigning inner dialogue.
Calynn stared at him blankly, cocked her head, then rolled her eyes, shrugged, and casually walked toward the exit.
“I’m keeping the necklace, smartass.”
“Calynn, wait…”
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