The Bar – RRR

Dean was a vampire, a very intelligent man, and writer as well. For a man with his intelligent it should be easy to write a book, but right now he’s actually having some hard time on writing this new book. His past books was basically based on violence, crimes, violence because that’s what happens to him at times. He might have a suddenly urge on hurting somebody, in an extreme violent disgusting way, that was what happen to him time to time, it never freaked him out, he had pleasure on what he done, so. That’s why he details so much violence in his books. However, he never mentioned the supernatural creatures before, but in this one, he will write one based on supernatural creatures, just for see if it changes something on his career. It always nice to write something different, so we can see the changes in the end.
Since he was having some write blocks, in this days, he woke up early and went directly to a bar. People say alcohol is like the breakfast of champions. He was wearing some dark gray shirt, with dark jeans, normal kickers. His hair was curly and brown, messy, since he never bothered himself from fixing it, he just liked it that way, or he’s just way too lazy to fix it. His eyes were green, had some cold or annoyed emotion in them, but that’s basically his expression from almost everyday.
He walked up to the bar, and sat down on an empty booth, he just ordered some beer for now, and placed his notebook over the table with a pencil, he was carrying it under his arm. He picked up the pencil, and open the notebook, reading just the last sentences, and start writing, all he could write was just one sentence, then his beer was here. He drank it, and began to mess around with his curls by using the pencil. He was thinking and thinking, but no damn idea was coming, which was frustration him and a lot. 

Jade soon followed in after him as the poor sod laid on the ground, drenched in a passerby’s beer. She gazed down at him. “Next time let’s hope you understand what no means” She said in a soft yet strong voice. Shaking her head as she made her way to the bar, she claimed one of the empty stools as she glanced to the bartender. “Starting early today are we?” The bartender asked as he filled up a tall glass of beer and handed it to her. “The only way I can think to make it through another day” She responded as she took the glass and swerved around, glancing around the bar to see who else seemed to need a pick me up this early.

Dean kept messing around with the curls of his hair, wondering what he could write now. It was extremely frustrating for him to not be able to write anything down, and this time he was writing about supernatural creatures, which was what he was, and yet he couldn’t come up with anything new, anything that would caught peoples attention, something that would make them wanting to read more of the book, since there isn’t much people who enjoy reading, and they might quickly give up. So of course this was bothering his mind and a lot.
Wrapping his fingers around his glass, he brought the glass closer to his lips and took a sip from his beer. His eyes were down at the liquid, then back down at his notebook, seeing the letters, however, some voice made him quickly raise his head, he took a look and saw a woman in here. Weird seeing women alone in this place, especially in the morning and already drinking. This meant he wasn’t the only one who liked to drink in the morning. She didn’t seemed that pleased, and when she took a look around, Dean quickly moved his view from her, and now he would be looking back at his notebook. Believe it or not, he was having ideas right now, ideas on a new character, this woman could be the perfect one, even if he knew nothing about her, just by the looks and what she’s doing right now would be enough for him to make up something. He first made the name, then age, profession, family, friends, and with that all done, he wrote a scene where the woman was at the bar drinking a beer in the morning, then some guy come behind her, and began to molest her, she got pissed, and tried to make him go away, but the own bartender was messing around with her as well, then two more men showed up, and quickly grabbed her, taking her to the backdoor, where the bartender was leading them to. There wasn’t much people in the bar, and if it was it was only drunk old men. He keep on writing, having this wonderful idea, and writing everything to what those men could be doing at her, the most horrible and nasty thing of course. Finally, Dean was having ideas for his book.

Dean keep on writing, right now he was writing to what was happening to the woman in that small dark room. A beautiful woman shall never come alone to a bar, especially a bar like this, well, the bar was way worse on Dean’s book. He was just one of the best people to be able to describe such awful scenes, since he already done it with his own hands, but that’s only when he suddenly has the urge to hurt somebody, its a sudden urge and uncontrollable but he always goes hurt those ones who seem more harmless and people he knows from nowhere, it just gives him more pleasure, seeing how they beg for their lives. Its entertaining.

“The woman screamed, struggled, but nothing seemed to work. It was only a matter of seconds, till they put some kind of cloth into her mouth, for make her screams sound more like mumbles. She still had her other weapons, which was her legs and arms, she struggled, a lot, done her best to make them let go off her, but a poor fragile human would never be able to fight against four men. It was easy to tie her wrists together, and so her ankles. Now that the victim is captured, we all know what the predator will do to the flesh.”

Whenever he finish writing the word flesh, he heard a female voice behind him. He was done with this paragraph, and he heard her opinion. Giving her a fighting chance? That seems naive.
“I don’t think that would be realistic.”
Dean finally spoke with his tough voice, as he turned his head slowly, and looked up at her. The woman was a human in his book, but he wasn’t going to end her life so soon, she would be very useful during the whole book, its just some ideas still need to come in his mind. He bite down onto his lip, and looked down, before turn his view back to his book, grab his beer and take a sip from it.
“Her only weapons is the struggle of wanting to survive.”

After a taking a sip from his beer, he placed the bottle down, and picked up the pencil again. He noticed that the woman that was behind him, was no sitting across him, not really bothering herself on asking for permission, its not like he would kick her out from the seat, but if she did asked, he would mostly say no, that it was occupied or something. He can be weird at times. He stared at her, not really showing much emotion, you couldn’t see if he was angry on having her here, or if he was happy on having somebody to talk to in a lonely morning, or if he was excited that he was having a chat with a beautiful woman in the bar. She gave her opinion about what he wrote, he wasn’t really going to change his book just because she had a different idea, but then he remembered she was the reader, the client, for another words, he needed to pleasure the client enough to make him read everything without getting bored of it. So maybe listening to her wouldn’t be that bad. Yet, he didn’t scratched what he wrote. He just turned on the next page, an empty one, and just began to write down her opinion, maybe later on, he would be able to make up something with that, and change a bit of the story. When she said her name, he note it down as well, basically saying what he wrote was from somebody named Jade, not like that will help him, since he might not even see her ever again after this chat, but its always good note it down.
He did not speak when she introduced herself, he just allowed her to keep on, because he knew she had something else to say, something he could see it coming, which was her question about his idea be based on her. Whenever she finished her question, Dean slowly placed the pencil over the notebook, and looked up at her, blinking once and nodding his head.
“Yes.”
He passed his tongue over his lower lip, since it was getting dry.
“Sometimes a simple act from somebody gives me an idea. It snot everyday we see a woman alone in the bar when its morning.”
He said his opinion, as he grabbed his beer, and drank the rest of the liquid inside, which wasn’t much.
“I’m Dean.”
He placed the empty bottle back on the table, and finally introduced himself.

Jade quirked her brow at him, she was good at reading people. Extremely well. Yet she couldn’t really read him, it was like he was made of stone or something. She didn’t know whether to find that interesting or frightening. She watched him as he turned the page and seemed to write down her idea and then her name. Probably to remember her though she had a feeling it would do no good. There was just something about him. “Well I don’t know whether I should be flattered or offended, after all the character in your group doesn’t seem to be enjoying her morning like I am” She murmured as she took another drink, noticing that he was done and she was almost too. She motioned to the bartender as he brought over two more. “Are you curious as to why that is?” She asked as she finished her drink and started to drink another. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Dean” Though she wasn’t so sure if it was a real pleasure at the moment.