(Requested)

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They say newcomers have a certain smell

Upon entering the dimly lit room, the only faces I was met with were those laced with unwelcoming scowls and narrowed eyes. Though I stood tall, proudly staring back at their menacing expressions, I hated the attention. The pub reeked of alcohol and sweat, not the high class establishment I was hoping to come into. I guess you win some, you lose some.

Approaching the bar, I saw as the bartender cast his curious gaze upon me. His starry skin twinkled, small flashes of light prickling through my vision, causing galaxies to erupt in front of my very eyes. I soon found myself on one of the stools, facing the handsome figure with a smile. My fingers tapped on the counter, alerting him to come over and properly greet me.

"Hello," he said, voice running smoothly over his tongue, "I see that you're new. Don't come around very often?" The smile still played over my lips, on the verge of dropping. He sounded and looked crafty, but was just putting up a front for me. I played along with his game, my hand propping up my chin as he slid a shot over to me.

"No." I looked down at the booze, grimacing a bit. "And I don't drink vodka." He chuckled, taking it back, a feigned look of apology plastered all over his features. If I knew he was this incapable, I wouldn't have come to this branch of the Hostel. Clicking my tongue I shot him a nasty look, a second's worth of an interlude before switching back to my smiley demeanor.

"My bad, my bad," he said lightly, raising up his hands in defense, "What would you like?" I hummed, eyes scanning the back where they had all the alcohol.

"Brandy with a small bowl of peanuts." The man in front of me laughed once more as he reached behind the counter and pulled out a bowl and a bag of peanuts, scooping some into the container.

"You know your off the counter goods pretty well," he mused, getting the brandy bottle and pouring in a new cup, the amber liquid spilling into the clear glass he had set out. I simply nodded and enjoyed my nuts, crunching on them in enjoyment. The bartender handed me my drink and I accepted it, taking a sip before resting my elbow on the bar top, peering out into the room.

You have trust issues not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions

"You're quite aggressive for someone who isn't supposed to be here." I smiled, knowing that he would've figured me out sooner or later. Sighing, I set my glass of brandy down, checking my nails and popping another peanut into my mouth.

"Yeah," I mumbled, still chewing, "I'm not." The bartender chuckled, arms moving slowly as he cleaned a glass with a white rag, wiping the inside and scrubbing the outside.

"So what are you here for?" His voice lowered significantly, as if he knew this was a matter to be kept secret. I turned back around, my eyes bearing into his. It was entrancing, to say the least, but nonetheless a distraction from my task. I heaved another sigh, feeling the eyes of many still piercing into my back.

"They all want my head after the transaction, and the deadline is in about three hours." The Star Elf just hummed, still cleaning his glass, letting me speak further. "Gotta pass on a note, something like that." I took a slip of paper out of my pocket and slid it across the bar. Almost immediately, the whole room tensed and three guys got out of their seats, pacing towards me.

"I'm passing it to you, Aaravos." The bartender laughed, merrily this time, instead of a hollowly, as if it were an act of pity. He set down his glass and rag, brushing a hand through his thick locks of hair.

"So you do remember after all," he replied, taking the sheet and ripping it up, only leaving confetti sprinkles behind. The three men who had gotten up all seemed visibly confused. I turned to them and pulled out a gun, shooting randomly at the crowd. Hearing the screams and shouts of pain, even terror, I just chuckled.

"Man, running this trap sure does pay off," Aaravos hummed, coming around the bar to my side, "We kill the investigators for different branches and surprise, no word gets out that it's suspicious." I laughed and finally got the last guy standing at the door, clicking my tongue.

"Gather the essentials from their pockets, burn their record journals. Be sure that no one finds them, if the feds come looking." The white-haired man simple nodded and started to clear out the bodies. I checked one of the notebooks and "oohed" in satisfaction, seeing the plans that another hostel had laid out beautifully.

"Man, these guys really are so neat. Makes me wanna kill 'em even more." Flipping through the pages, there was nothing really interesting besides the info on a major heist. My finger traced along the dried ink of the crinkly page, reading the plans out loud. Now I have plans for Sunday.

Scanning through more of the book, there was a picture next to a name on the "Kill List." A few details about him made my eyes widen.

"Hey, Aaravos, do you know anyone by the name of Viren?" My partner tensed up when he heard that name, but tried to not make it too noticeable right after. I cocked on eyebrow and shut the tiny book in my hand.

You're loving on the freakshow sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

"Aaravos?" My voice got dangerously low. "Tell me about this Viren guy." He sighed and fessed up, all the while trying to spark my sympathy with puppy eyes.

"I might have him doing stuff for us?" Aaravos laughed nervously, wincing at my expression. "Please don't be mad." My hands balled up into fists and I clenched my jaw, trying not to scream. Taking a deep breath, I managed to cool my head and think normally.

"Okay, it's fine. As long as we don't get caught, it's fine." I tried to reassure myself that everything was okay. Brushing my fingers through my hair, I walked over the my partner, who was currently trying to drag the last body into the back to be cremated later, and slapped him as hard as I could. My hand rang with a sickening sound against his cheek and Aaravos nearly fell down from the impact.

He hissed, but no words of complaint were uttered. Clutching his cheek, his hands let go of the body he was previously holding and it fell down with a thud on the concrete floor. I rolled my eyes and finished the job, throwing it across the room, into the pile where the others laid. Glaring at the lavender-skinned male on the ground, my eyes were indifferent when set upon him. He was so careless, but I couldn't leave him behind -- who else was going to take care of his ass?

"Let's go. We have to read through all the journals."