The music blasting out of the bar speakers thumped against my body. It was a dimly lit place and wooden floors that one would hear creak as one stepped, if the music hadn’t been so loud. My eyes remained forward as I made my way to the back room. I passed several young people standing around, having a drink, and bouncing to the song. Young people annoy me.
Two large wooden doors stood between me and the larger back room of the bar. It seemed to be the source of the music being broadcast throughout the rest of the bar’s speakers. I leaned my head to either shoulder, cracking my neck before I pushed the doors open, casually walking into the party room.
The song had finally changed, however, it was to something worse, I don’t know how that was possible. One thing stayed the same though, the beat was still heavy enough to feel it in my bones, it almost made my teeth hurt.
A good amount of annoying young people were present in the room. It was almost the same atmosphere as the rest of the bar except several party spotlights swiveled on the ceiling, creating a flash of color on the ground and along the walls. How people can stay in an place like this for more than five minutes is amazing to me.
I scanned the crowd as best I could, the flashing colored lights made it harder to make out anyone’s face. My target: Male, late twenties, short brown hair, thick mustache, thin build, brown eyes, scar from a dog bite on his right arm. I started to make my way into the crowd as they grinding and pressed themselves up against each other. I grimaced.
As I eased my way through the small army of hormonally fueled young people, I tried to look at a few faces. No one that matched my guy, not yet anyway. I eventually reached the other side of the mob and came upon the counter of a bar that was stationed in the back. Two bartenders were on duty, running back and forth to either side of the counter, frantically trying to get everyone the correct drink in a timely manner. I stood just behind the small crowd of people who were order drinks, looking at the backs of their heads as I tried to find brown hair in the moments of flashing primary colors.
My eyes locked on to short brown hair, check. The person had a thinner build, check. I walked to my right a few steps, a small group of three young adults bumped into me as they made their way back to the dance floor. I looked down at his arm, I couldn’t tell if he had a scar or not, the flashing lights made it difficult. Back up to his face, mustache, check. I had to make sure he had that scar, that was my win condition. I moved in closer, using the people standing at the bar as a means to blend in, I still felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb.
As a stroke of good luck, he seemed to rest his arms up on the bar. Even with the dimness of the room and the pulsating lights, I could make out that he had a scar, a bigger one than I thought, must of pissed off the wrong dog.
He had a cup filled with some type of alcohol sitting in front of him, the liquid almost vibrating within. I turned and leaned my back against the counter, crossing my arms and allowing a tiny pill to gently slide out of a secret holding compartment in my sleeve and into the palm of my hand. Once he had turned to inevitably talk to someone else, I opened my hand and dropped the pill into the drink, it dissolving quickly.
I pushed myself up off the counter and began to walk towards the exit. Again, I had to make my way though the mob, I let out a frustrated groan as I pushed my way past all the drunk dancers. Once I finally reached the large wooden doors, I looked back at my target. He must had taken a big drink, he was already looking worse. I watched him lean heavily against the counter as the bartender came to his aid. He collapsed backwards, the bartender rolling her eyes as she seemed to think that he had just had too much to drink.
I turned and pushed the doors open, making my way through the main area of the bar and walking outside into the cool night air once more. I brought my watch closer to my mouth. “Target down, send me the next one.”