I could see her cherry-red lips crack a smile as I sat down at the bar.
"We don't get too many strangers around here," she said
I took a quick second to assess the situation. Looking around the bar, I could see two punks giving me the up-and-down. This wasn’t exactly the most welcoming establishment in town.
“I wonder why,” I said back to the dame.
I took the deck out of my front pocket and lit a cigarette. The thick cloud of smoke surrounded me and my freshly poured gin. I shot back my midnight snack, letting the addictive burn take over as it went down my throat.
“Interested in some DSF pins?,” she asked smoothly. I may be buzzed, but I’m no sap. This dame was getting to the point quickly, and I was determined to find out why.
“ Why sure,” I said, playing along.
Five minutes later I found myself outside, looking at obvious scrappers. I wouldn’t have played along this long if those gams of hers weren’t out of this world.
She leaned in close to my ear, and said, “ I’ve been looking for you Noir”. Then I heard a sharp click and felt the barrel of her roscoe jab into my ribs.
I knew it was too good to be true.