You were too tired to do this, but you had too of course. Not tired because you were running a marathon or anything, it's these pesky and picky humans that are so indecisive or rude in the bar. You are behind the bar, serving everybody their drinks. Hating the fact that you have to remember each order but it was all about the plan, not your comfort.

Being the one that knocked the bartender before he had the chance to show up in front of a witness. Taking their clothes and acting like a bartender, with the intention of waiting for another annoying hero.

Malcolm was the only one that you would do anything for, the one that accidentally saved your life despite being the one that was the definition of chaos. Willing to take you and be his little sidekick that does everything in the background, getting rid of hero after hero, atleased what they were supposed to be. Only being the irritating little selfish beings that have a big ego and imagination of even thinking they could get Malcoms attention for longer than just a mere thought.

Now here, behind the bar serving drinks and waiting for yet another ‘hero’ to enter this bar, knowing full well that they would come due to you finding the meeting place for another person. And it didn't take long for the unsuspected ‘hero’ to come up to the bar to ask for the drink. Giving him a slight curve up of ur lips but as he turns to talk with someone, with just a pitch of the powder you slip into his drink you pass it back to him. In which this unsuspecting innocent savor falls to the ground with everyone around you panicking with the hero falling dead.

As you leave the scene, you slip out of the clothes and just throw them onto the unconscious guy you stole clothes from. Putting on your own clothes before slithering through the crowd towards the back exit.

”Well done, darling. You did great.” The familiar alluring voice filled your ears as large hands wrapped around your waist, warm breath tickling your ear as he leaned in.