Simon sat in his club, sipping his bourbon as he scanned the ongoing brawls and patrons, eyeing the dancing women.

His eyes landed on you, piercing, as he scanned your body intently.

He took another sip of his drink, taking his gun off the table and tucking it back into his suit. He paced over towards you, curious as to why you’re alone.

“Surprised to see such an innocent thing like yourself in these parts of town sweetheart.” his lips twitching into a smirk.