Awaiting Certain Company (Private-Skylar)

by **Johnny Colt** September 26th 2012, 2:38 am

Another day, another dollar. Johnny Colt was sitting at the bar of a a very lavish five star hotel. Nice crisp hundred dollar bills were paying for Johnny's lust for food and good drink. The perks of being on the job. All the booze and food he could ask for while he waited on the mark to arrive. The CEO of some soap company should be checking in for the beginning of his vacation. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be checking out. Ever. His beloved, money hungry son was next in line for the CEO position and dear old daddy wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. That's where Johnny came into play. The fortunate son had paid Colt a handsome sum of money to take his dad out. No specifications on how it had to be done.

Apparently, the CEO had a specific routine every time he went on vacation. He would go straight to the hotel after getting off of the plane, head to the bar, and then up to his room to recuperate from the journey. "Creatures of habit. The best kind of mark." Johnny was early in arriving and so he sat at the bar drinking his fill and annoying the poor bartender whilst he wait for his mark.

by **Chellizard** September 26th 2012, 4:21 am

Back in Lovely Florida, but this time? Tampa Bay. She enjoyed Miami over all, but Tampa was fine too. She was hired for another job. One where she had to take out another unfortunately lonely soul. She had been paid a large sum of money, and would be able to spend a few days in a hotel where the target was staying. Unfortunately, the target wouldn't be checking out. From his file, yes the target was a man, which Skyler was flipping through, it showed he was gorgeous. A handsome young fella with a lot of money to his name if he ever inherited the oil company he was in line to take over. But no, the Father, owner of the company, wanted to pass it off to his second son. His first son had to go. "What a messed up family.." she thought, chewing the edge of her lip while her free hand fiddled with her dog tags. She shrugged and glanced at her nearly nude figure. A strapless bra, damp hair, and a towel around of her waist. She had managed to put on her bra before she glanced the file over again. She took a shallow walk across the suite she was staying in and tossed the filed into the fire place. Yep, fire place. How nifty, right?

She chuckled to herself more than anything and let the towel fall around of her feet before she stepped around of her bed and took hold of the dress bag she had prepared for this evening. She pulled out the dress and stepped into the shoes. She did a little sha-sha-sha move with her hips, the darker red material swaying around of her thighs, her longer legs appearing even longer because of her shoes. She pulled a small purse around of her shoulder, and made sure her knife's strap was hidden beneath the skirt of her dress. It was, which was perfect. She finally stepped out of her room, her long silver hair trailing behind of her in a loose ponytail. She took the elevator, and it brought her to a large set of wide stairs that lead her down to the bar. Her target would more than likely be sulking there, and if not, she'd find him. He was not that hard to miss, especially with his good looks.

She took the stairs one by one, a few heads turning to look at her gorgeous form. She had a USMC tattoo on her left upper arm, along with a medical staff. On the other was her Disrupted Karma tattoo. She looked damn good in that dress she was wearing, so she was enjoying the attention, though she had not a care who or what looked at her. She stepped up to the bar and ordered a White Russian. Why not spoil herself to something delicious? The bartender was almost drooling, and he insisted she get her drink for free. She shook her head no and stuck a simple twenty dollar bill onto the counter and sat herself down, her legs crossing while she took hold of her glass. She sat one seat over from a man that looked like he was either enjoying himself a bit too much, or he was attempting to drown his sorrows. She only glanced at him, so she had no intention of gaining his attention, or scoping him out any longer than she had.

by **Johnny Colt** September 26th 2012, 4:57 am

Being nearly unkillable, Johnny lived a fairly laissez-faire lifestyle, typically doing what he wanted where he wanted, but he followed a set of rules while on the job. Rule number one: "Do not get distracted." Johnny usually didn't have a problem following this rule, but the fates had thrown him a curve ball when they sent a stunning piece of eye candy to sit with him.

Johnny checked his watch. It's not that he was pressed for time, but one can only drunkingly converse with an uppity bartender for so long. With his body constantly reguvenating itself, it was hard to keep a buzz. As such, being drunk required non-stop drinking. This hadn't been a problem until someone new sat down at the bar and drew the bartender's attention away from the man in the most casual outfit at such a fine establishment.

"Barkeep... Barkeep! My glass is lookin' a little on the empty side, ya know." He got no response. Puzzled and feeling the dreaded clear-headedness of sobriety coming on, the mercenary looked towards the now crummy hotel employee. Then, he saw why his call for alcohol was unheeded. She was a stone cold fox in a tight red dress. Every man's dream, right? "Marine Corps? Oooh, a tough girl. Medic? What's up doc? No. Help! I need CPR! Nahh. Hmnn. Got it." Johnny eyed her up and down, probably a little too much, before spinning around, flashing a quick, white smile, and then it came: the words. Poison to anyone's ears but his own, Johnny began to speak as the beautiful woman probably began to consider leaving. "Hey there, sweet thang. I've got an ache between my stomach and my knees if you wanna play a little doctor." Of course, he followed up with a wink. Because that always works.

by **Chellizard** September 26th 2012, 5:11 am

As soon as the bartender gave her the white russian, she took a sip, the alcohol giving her a light buzz before it was healed away. She had not a care though. As long as it looked like she was getting drunk, she could pretend to be drunk in the end. She nodded to the bartender and swiveled the creamy rum around in her glass before sipping again. Her lips, nude, did not stain the glass. A slim white mustache, as thin as it was, decorated her upper lip. She couldn't resist licking it off in the most seductive way. Her eyes flicked from the bartender and back to the guy she only glanced over. He definitely looked drunk, and smelled it too. His loud call for the bartender moments before she got her drink drew her attention to him, but only peripherally.

She peeled her gaze from the cup and laid eyes on the man finally. Her own silver irises seemed to peer into his soul. It only seemed that way, though. She chuckled inwardly and it took almost every fiber in her body not to throw her drink in his face. She, instead, laughed. She laughed heartily. Good thing she was, too. It gave her a chance to nonchalantly look out of the corner of her eye and spot the man she was hired to exterminate. Austin Layton. That was the name on his file. He had a girl on his arm, but she looked fussy. A petite blonde with a large chest. She took her eyes off of her target. He had been escorted to the elevator. She predicted his return to be sooner rather than later. Her attention fell upon the loud drunk and a smirk laced her lips. "I'm sure you have an ache. Flip your dick out of your waist band and it might go away." she gave him a sharp glare, her semi-sweet mildly southern accented words clipping with precision. She likely stung him with that one. She took another sip of her drink, the small smirk still on her lips.

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