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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Working at a bar in the middle of town, it was perfect. She knew where her target drank, and it was along this street that he seemed to favour. It almost made her smirk to remember the night they’d met in the very bar she now worked in; she wondered when she would see him, and if he would even remember her. As part of her work, she could get intoxicated, of course. However, most of the time she didn’t. It was better to keep her wits about her. It was that their night of… drunken passion had been rather interesting, and not entirely related to work. Surely it wasn’t wrong to… take enjoyment from her work? So far, it seemed to be reasonable if she didn’t fall into the trap he’d no out laid out for any woman. Olivia believed she was smarter than that.<br/>
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So far, the night bad been pretty decent. She’d been pouring countless beers, along with mixing a couple of drinks and keeping her mind clear. As much as she didn’t wish it, she was… rather enticed at the idea of him walking through the doors. He may have been a bit of a drunk, but he was an amusing and rather handsome drunk. The female almost rolled her eyes at her thoughts as she poured another beer, absentmindedly watching as the golden fluid trickled down into the glass at an angle. “What are you thinking,” she sighed softly at herself; it wasn’t that good of a fuck, he was her job, that was it. The female just marked it down to not having a boyfriend for over a year. Slowly, she slid the beer across the bar, taking the note from the paying customer before offering a smile. It was like clockwork. Serve, take, serve, take. She almost missed her desk job.<br/>
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Just as she was getting a moment to herself, the blonde heard a familiar firm tone. It wasn’t that the voice was familiar, but the tone of anger was all too clear; it was a sound she had become accustomed to in her work. “Hey!” The blonde launched from her stool behind the bar, skirting around to see two young, overly intoxicated males having an almost embarrassing excuse for a fight. The woman wedged her way between them. One was still attempting to swing for the other, but thankfully, she was quicker than the foolish twat in front of her. Olivia caught his fist, crunching it her grasp before she rose a thick, almost military grade boot and gave him a firm kick to his abdomen. “Foolish.” She snapped before gazing toward the other. There were brief glances, but most men in the bar were older and significantly smarter. They only picked decent fights, and this was not one of them.<br/>
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“Get out, the pair of ya!” The tender feminine notes of her voice were clouded with firmness and authority. It would be clear that the whole bar heard her, and soon after the scuttling of their shoes. “Good job,” A husky voice came from an older man. He wore leathers, he was somewhat round and rather handsome. He wore the face of a man who had been through a lot of turmoil in his life; and he was her boss. Richard Wilson. The bar he’d built had a rather nice atmosphere. It was modern, but not too much that it lacked character. The aged wooden floors remained, but a modern bar, stools, tables and chairs had been moved in. They were a sleek black, giving the place a rather more menacing look. The lighting remained a warm golden glow; it was a rather odd mix, but she rather enjoyed it. Even the frames on the wall, they were filled with old biker shirts, jackets. It felt like a true place a gang came to drink after a night's work; and it definitely filled that purpose.<br/>
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Just as her night was starting to become rather mundane, she noticed a familiar face enter. Perfect. He was just what she needed; so far, his antics had been more than amusing. The blonde casually lowered her gaze and tended to the refills. After all, she couldn’t seem too keen. She had to set a trap, perfect for a corrupt little mouse to wander into. As she began to stock the glasses back into their spots from the dishwasher, she noticed a few men enter that she hadn’t seen before. They certainly had an aura about them. It seemed Richard was okay with them, so the female relaxed to some extent. Since she’d taken up her undercover work, she was never truly relaxed; she couldn’t afford to be.<br/>
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They soon settled at the bar. The bunch of them were burly, not overly large but the clearly worked out. Olivia wondered if they were the kind to work together, egging each other on and trying to beat one another trying to hide the affection they had for their muscles. It truly made her snicker. One of them caught onto her inside joke, gazing at her with an unyielding stare. “Somethin’ funny?” the blonde shook her head, “No, I was just thinking of a lame one night stand I had. Here ya go, first round on the house.” The blonde slid over their beers one by one. If anything, she’d learned that beer went a long way. It seemed that the comment had earned a few choice looks from them. Not that she minded, but something was amiss. No doubt they were going to be trouble.</span>