The group got up from their table and started putting on their jackets as they made their way to the exit. She was walking in between the two tall guys, trying her best not to make eye-contact with Red at the counter.
“Hey missy,” he tried to get her to look at him.
The two guys kept walking, thinking he was talking to someone else. They held open the door but she had stopped at the bar, looking over at him. “What do you want?” Oh he’d have to come up with something smooth to get her to stay behind.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name there.”
“My name is Nelly.”
Without missing a beat, Red addressed the guys. “Can Nelly come out and play? Oh please daddy, can she? Can she? Can she?”
The guys looked back at her, wondering what the hell was going on. “It’s ok guys, I’ll catch up with you. What bar are you heading to?”
“Are you sure? We’ll be in the Confrater. We’ll text you in case we end up somewhere else.” They didn’t seem too intent on getting involved in the situation, probably because they were used to her getting attention from random guys. And besides, he looked like a benign working-stiff who’d just had one too many drinks.
She waited for them to step out the door before she faced him and the smile left her face. “Listen up, fucker, I don’t know what you’re trying to…” He had to cut her short as soon as possible to change the mood because this was quickly going to end up poorly for him. “Wow, wow, wow, mommy. Slow your row. I’m sorry about before. I think we got off on the wrong foot there. Lets reset our game and give it another go. What do you say?”
Her angry expression slowly faded and was replaced by a cautious frown. He gestured towards the stool to try and get her to sit next to him again. She took a few steps towards him but stopped short of the stool, keeping on her jacket and standing up. Red waved over the barkeep. “A Martini Fiero for Nelly, please.” The board had been set, the pieces were in motion and with some luck, he’d get to bang the queen. “Come on, forget about before. First impressions aren’t everything. How about I apologize for my of-colour remarks earlier and we’ll go from there?”
She thanked the barkeep for the Martini before sipping from it. “Why don’t you just give me a minute to refresh myself and I’ll come in again as if we haven’t met before?” He nodded and extended his hand to the door towards the toilet, “By all means.”
As she entered the restroom he took the rohypnol out of his pocket and played with it for a second, hesitating. Her way of treating him reminded him of An and memories of An made him absolutely livid. He slipped the little white pill in her drink. Game, set, match.