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THE SUN HAD GONE, AND THE NIGHTTIME WAS UPON US. This was the worst time of the day, for when the sun sinks, the darkness rises. Not in the literal sense of the moon bringing the night, but the people themselves. Thugs come out from their alleyways and cause chaos.

Murder, gambling, robberies... Anything you can think of, someone will probably be doing it.

It was also my time to work. My job was nearby, thankfully, but it wasn't the best. I was a bartender at a big bar. I normally tended the bar, which was filled with mobsters. The usual lower class thugs came to drink their problems away and watch the performances up on stage. Very rarely did high class mobsters come to grab a cold beverage. It normally meant something bad would happen.

My quirk adapted to the nightlife. My echolocation was enhanced and my vision was sharpened. Thats why I picked the night to work. Kishi also worked at night, as a security guard at the local jail. His quirk allowed him to restrain and get to runaway prisoners quickly. He hates it, but the pay is quite good.

I opened the backdoor to the bar, the smell of smoke and cheap alcohol flooding my nose. I held my hoodie up to cover up my nose, trying to filter out the bad smell. It seemed to work. I walked up to the workers office, checked it and then went to my station. I pushed open the western styled saloon doors and walked up to the front of the bar. I wore my usual work attire, a cap covered by a hoodie with black skinny jeans and black high top sneakers. I'm glad our manager doesn't care what we wear when on duty.

"Oi! Fetch me a shot, will 'ya?" A voice called out. I gave a brief nod in the direction of the voice and went over to the whiskey rack. The clattering of the drink against the glass rung out for a moment, only to be swallowed up by the chatter and noise. I slid the shot over the counter and went to another guy wanting a drink.

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The hooded girl dashed from rack to rack, person to person, moving like lightning getting them their drinks. She never missed out on a call, and never forgot an order.

On the other side, however, a gang of five mobsters sipped their drinks around a large, circular table, adding to the already loud  chatter. They barely paid attention to the piano performance on stage, as they entertained themselves. They had many colours among them; blonde, red, pink, black, yellow, making them stand out.

They all stood collectively and walked towards the bar. The four men straightened their suits while the lady of the group held her bag just that little bit tighter. They made their way over to the bar and all but one frowned, seeing no available seats. The ash blonde male clamped a mans shoulder, making him whip his head around. His crimson eyes screamed bloody murder as he growled for the man to leave. Four others besides him also left after seeing the exchange.

The five new mobsters sat down and beckoned for the bartender to come. The girl glanced in their direction and held up a finger, as to say 'wait one second'. The ash blonde growled at this. His red head compadre seemed to try and calm him, which surprisingly worked.

The bartender waltz over after serving a drink and gave a nod to the five newcomers.

"What can I get you all?" She asked, leaning her palms on the counter. They all ordered something different, making the girl inwardly frown. She gave a nod as she grabbed out two glasses, a cocktail glass, a wine glass and a beer. She poured different liquids into each glass, making mental notes on which belonged to which.

'Wine for pinky, beer for red, vodka with ice for angry pants, whiskey for smiley and a cocktail for flirty.'

She swapped glances with the yellowed haired man, who kept sending winks and small waves her way. She ignored him and slid everyone their desired drinks. She walked away with haste and tended to another thug, who seemed to shiver as he kept glancing at the group of five.

The four men however, kept staring at the girl as she moved swiftly. She moved back and forth, grabbing glasses and liquids, shaking a concuction of liquors in one hand while pouring a few shots of whiskey with the other. Sometimes, performing little tricks to entertain the absolute drunk. Their faces would light up like a kid on Christmas. Her E/C eyes shone through the dark lighting and analysed everything as she worked, taking extra care with her routines.

To the high classed mobsters, it was somewhat mesmerizing.

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I checked my watch and saw the time. 11:51. I gave a thankful sigh. Another night of misery was coming to an end. I served my last guy and hung up my bartending apron. I turned to see the same four men taking careful sips and watching whatever was happening on stage. I noticed that the pink girl was no longer with them. I furrowed my eyebrows. They had been sitting there, drinking the same drinks for about two hours. I shrugged it off, as it wasn't my business. I walked back through the swinging doors and clocked out, ready to go home.

I walked through the darkened city, my ears out of my hood and my guard up. I knew what happened to unsuspecting girls out here. Bad shit. I husseled down the sidewalk, not wanting to be caught out. My ears twitched as I heard something through the car engines. It sounded feminine. I cursed as I turned the corner to see a women stumbling down the street, dangerously close to the road. She seemed to be off her face.

I ran, feeling the cold air hit my ears. I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of the way of incoming traffic. I held her up from kissing the concrete. She babbled incoherent words as I lifted her to her feet. I gave a small frown. The lady was pinky from the bar. She wore an expensive looking dress with her faced caked in makeup. Her black and gold eyes wandered everywhere as her hair was knotted around her small horns.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?" I asked politely, trying my best to make her stable. She looked at me and gave a goofy smile.

"Oh! I know you~. You're that cute bar-bartender!" She slurred, adding hiccups. I mentally face palmed as I started to walk with her.

"Ma'am, do you know your address? I'll take you home." I say, seeing this girl getting home unharmed pretty much impossible. She gave a laugh.

"Aw. At least buy me dinner first~" She cooed. I rolled my eyes, regretting my choice. "Its just around the corner! I think." She added more hiccups as I nodded and walked with her. Her arm was slung lazily around my neck and she leaned most of her weight on me. I'm not the strongest, so it was hard to support her. Her heels were also making this process insufferable.

After what felt like years, we made it to where she said she was staying. I looked up at the skyscraper and shrugged. High class, high accommodation. We walked in and I leaned her against the elevator. I stood outside the elevator doors, giving the drunken girl a smile.

"Are you going to be alright from here?" I ask. She looked at me and gave me a pout.

"No... can you take me to the penthouse? Pretty please?" She asked, holding her hands in a pray gesture in front of her. I shrugged as I stepped inside. The elevators closed and we were sent upwards. She gave me a tight and sloppy hug. "Aw~ You're the best! I can't thank you enough Batman!" She purred. I struggled not to laugh at the name.

The elevator doors chimed open and n was meet with the penthouse. It was so modern and clean. I looked back at the drunken lady to see her hold her arms up high.

"Home sweet home!" She squealed. She turned back to me, almost falling over. I steadied her as she hugged me again. I wasn't a touchy-feely person, but I allowed it. "Thank you so so much, Batman!" I gave a weak smile as she pulled away and stumbled on her feet.

"It... was no problem. Have a good night." I give a short wave as I turn around and head for the elevator.

"Wait-!" I hit the call button and turned to see Pinky stumbling towards me with her phone out. She was out of breath from the ten feet she stumbled towards me. "Can I get your number? Your, like, my new bestie now!" She waited anxiously as I gave her my phone contact.

Personally, I didn't want anything to do with her. But its not like she'll ever call me, right?

She slowly inputted my number, having to redo it a few times and I was on my way. I stepped inside and watched as she waved frantically as the doors closed. I gave a small wave in return. The elevator shifted and I was sent down. I groaned as I leaned against the wall of the elevator, seeing that little act of kindness as useless.

The doors opened and I stepped out as four individuals stepped it. I kept my gaze casted down, not caring to see what faces lie above the expensive suits. I zoned out as I walked to the door, my mind now solely set on food.

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The four men stared at the girl in awe. She had bat-like ears and didn't even bother to cover them up. She didn't even respond to the yellowed haired mans hollering. The ash blonde 'tsked' as he pressed a button, still glaring at the girl.

How dare she not respond. They were high class mobsters. Feared and respected. So how could she just... ignore them like that?

The doors of the elevator closed, and the girl was no longer seen.