Bianchi: Dark Knight

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Karma must be in my favor tonight. I just knew I would have to take more unorthodox measures to find her. Pleasantly I did not have to. Vivvy and the universe did all the work for me. Drunken Rabbit, the bar in question, is completely seedy. There isn't much lighting, but there are many people. Way too many for my liking but I'll suck it up to find exactly who I look for.

On the dance floor, at the bar, or surrounding tables people filled the little place. Instead of finding the girls I find a man who watches the three of them. Fucking creep. His eyes specifically follow Amara and the drink in her hands.

He shakes himself off and begins to walk towards their seats at the bar. As he moves I begin to also. Before I can block, and threaten the predator Niklaus appears. No doubt dishing out threats while towering over the creep Whatever he says does the trick. Turning away from the scary Russian he runs out of the bar back to whatever hole he climbed out of. Good riddance. At the very least I knew Niklaus was watching the two, the twins would've never even let the girls go out. Watching them at a bar would have had Geno's head exploding like it did during high school.

I acknowledge Niklaus with a simple nod, in which he returns. Left corner of the bar is where he stands watching the girls from afar. Giving them space to have fun without limitations. He makes no moves to make himself known, at least not yet.

Unlike him I walk in stride over to the bar. I didn't come here with intentions to lurk in the corner and watch. No, I came here to make it clear that no one is to encroach on my Lennox.

On the left of her is an open seat. "May I?" She doesn't see me as her head is turned in the opposite direction.

"Of-" Turning her head her eyes discover me. Whatever she intended to say falls off her lips. Both her eyes and mouth pinch tightly into a triangle. "You can not sit here!" Using her hand she tries to cover the seat from me. Mine is much larger and easily pushes hers away with ease.

A fragrant look of utter disbelief covers her face adorably."No you may not sit here, not until you apologize to me." Pouty lips poke out at me.

As if I could take her seriously when she looks so ridiculously adorable. "And what am I apologizing for again Ms.Klein?" I call the bartender over, ordering myself a whiskey and the three stooges water in many shot glasses. Hopefully this way they won't protest it.

"For calling me what you called me earlier." Sliding the shot of water into her hands I pull my eyebrows together. Pretending to be confused about her statement. "You don't remember?"

"What was it-oh Little Lennox. Is that the one?" I feign innocence enjoying her unguarded demeanor.

Exasperatedly she nods her head. While she is otherwise distracted I manage to get another shot of water in her hands. Gulping it down quickly, another replacement finds her hand. Getting as much water in her system is my goal. If not she would be completely hungover. By the way she sways on her barstool I can tell she's had more than enough drinks for the night.

Who are you to decide what's enough for her? I ignore the thought not wanting to think of the implications of it all. What it means for someone like me to be so overtly concerned about her.

"These taste like crap," my Lennox is a bit of a party girl. Who would've thought, the stick she seemed to have so far up her ass has magically disappeared.

Niklaus has finally walked over to the bar. Now he stands between Amara and Genevieve. Naturally taking care of them, giving them water and chips. I can only imagine how many nights he has done this. As much as he tends to Amara like a good boyfriend he pays attention to Genevieve too. The three of them have a good system between themselves, it's the reason I don't march over there and force them to sober up. I'm a man of only so much patience, watching them refuse the shots of water makes my threshold lessen. Somehow Niklaus is able to convince them otherwise. It's no easy feat when Amara is as stubborn as Lennox.