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That was… sweet. And direct. Genuine, even. She understood what Ash and Lisa meant when they said he felt safe. She could detect deception. At least not outright. But a lie of omission was still a lie. They needed to deal with that, first and foremost. “Okay, then. That’s really noble of you,” Sin said. “But I’m not gonna work with someone I can’t trust. And you’re the type of dude that has way too many secrets to trust.” “So ask your questions.” “What?” “Ask your questions. Whatever you wanna know. I don’t think it’s an unreasonable ask.” Sin pursed her lips, gears tu

A test. See what he was really after. Oscar let out a heavy sigh. “Would you stop pussy-footing around and say what you want to say? It’s not that I don’t enjoy this little tit-for-tit but damn. Is this how you handle all your job interviews?” If her jaw hung any lower, she would have to pick it up from the floor. Okay, he was serious about it. Wasn’t a man alive who would shut her down like that if he was trying to get with her. She nodded. “I don’t trust you. I got a real fundamental fuckin’ problem with the hot, mysterious types. You got an Orange at your beck and call. A res

“Popular guy,” Sin remarked as Lysette made her exit. “The way Lisa and Ash made it sound, you’re just a walking dildo. Didn’t have any crude jokes for her though.” Oscar shook his head, scowling as he turned back to look at her. “She’s taken. Happily so. I’m no homewrecker.” “Oh I’m sure everyone applauds your restraint.” They probably did, now that she thought about it. The walking textbook definition of mister steal-your-girl had a conscience. “Lysette though. Must be a fan of that pop singer. She was playing in all the clubs before we got trapped here.” “Yeah,” Oscar said, h

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“Oh, you know. Trying his damnedest to get your restaurant up and flying. Just randomly stopped. We got the patrons back to the dock but -” “Again, many thanks for your help. Let me guess, he’s just trying to kick the wheel until it starts moving again?” Lysette grinned. “Something like that.” “So what do I owe you?” “Oh, nothing,” Lysette replied. “You gave me that spear. And Abellio said thanks for that sword you gave him. But don’t you need those for the Frontlines so you can do all your crazy weapon-swapping?” “Nah,” Oscar said. “Retiring from the Frontlines. Or at

He totally had her there and there was no way to weasel her way out of it. But she promised herself that it would be the last time. With a heavy sigh, she propped her elbow up on the bar and leaned against her hand. “You got me,” she said flatly. “So what’s your deal?” “I-” Oscar had started to speak and then the door opened again. A raven-haired girl carrying a crate of crystals walked in and plopped them down on the bar. And once more, she had to ask herself if all of Oscar’s friends were this hot. She usually needed to be at least three drinks deep before she would get down with g

It was frustrating. Sin didn’t take compliments well. Especially not from some tall, dark and handsome piece of shit. Her first thought was that she wanted to shove her boot up his ass. Her second was a question: Were all of Oscar’s friends so damn hot? She wasn’t blind. Every single one of them that she’d met today were absolutely fuckable. She didn’t think too much on it. Only pausing to lament how long it had been since she’d last tangled the sheets up. She glided across the floor, settling into a bar stool one seat away from Oscar. “Your friends said good things, then,”

Sin hadn’t known what to expect when she crossed the threshold into the Blackbook. But it certainly wasn’t what she found. She didn’t expect the place to be so… elegant. Classy. The reds and the blacks. The eye for decor. Never even knew a man could have an eye for interior design like this. Frankly, it was intimidating. Stepping in with the knowledge that Oscar intended for her to run the place, she almost tucked tell and ran back the way she came. But mama didn’t raise no bitch. Didn’t raise her at all, to be honest. She made her way into the building, fingers running over dark fel

Sin could honestly say that it was interesting. And she was thinking about it. But everything she had ever learned was screaming at her that this was a scam. Who the fuck offers people a job like that? But then she remembered how her friends had said he was odd. And they didn’t really have anything bad to say about him. But of course they wouldn’t. He was railing them. But then again, he was railing them. Ash and Lisa were of the same mind as her. Totally down, but very selective about who they gave it up to. And if he was a good enough guy to be on their short list, maybe it warrant

“So, night club, huh?” Ash looked at Sin with a raised eyebrow. “You think you’re gonna at least hear him out? It sounds so fun.” Sin blinked, a bit shocked at the sudden turn of topic. “I don’t know,” she said. “The whole thing got my hair on end. Seems a little too good to be true.” “I mean, maybe? But maybe you can stop worrying about running these dudes’ pockets?” “Oh, babe,” Sin scoffed. “That’s just for the love of the game. Not really that expensive to buy an inn room and some food here.” “Fair. But still, always nice to have a day job. Night job?” “I guess,” Si

“But all this to say that if he offered you a job, he’s serious about it. He’s not gonna do some big crazy plot to try to get in a girl’s pants. There’s plenty willing,” Lisa said. “So willing. And you know, if you ever feel the urge. There’s way worse people to throw down with.” “Oh shut it, Ash,” Sin said, her face contorting into a scowl. Ash threw up her hands and shook her head, smiling. “Hey I’m just saying.” The rest of the conversation wasn’t centered around Oscar. It was about their lives and new stories and new sights. Fucking. Life. And Sin loved every moment of

“Oscar’s a great guy,” she said. “Little odd but… nice. When he’s not-” “Ash! Shut up!” Lisa said with a laugh as she gave her friend a playful jab. She turned her attention back to Sin. “So what was the job?” Sin groaned and rested her chin on the table. “Wants me to run his new nightclub. Thinks because I’m a stripper that I know how to do it. Said you two would vouch for him. But I dunno. Kinda feels like a big ol’ scam to get me on my back.” “Nah,” Ash said dismissively. “He’s not like that. You’ve seen him. You really think he needs to be?” “Yeah! He used to come to th

“Yeah,” Lisa said, drawing out her response. “We know Oscar…” “Very well,” Ash chimed in as she set her glass down. A smile played at her face. Sin knew that smile too. “Oh my God, please don’t tell me you’re fucking him,” Sin said, absolutely exasperated. “Well I wouldn’t call it fucking,” Ash replied. “More…,” Lisa added, clearly trying to think of the word. “Getting absolutely fucking rocked.” “Disrespected?” “Disrespected,” Lisa agreed. Her hands splayed out on the table for emphasis. “Respectfully.” “Like the other night?” “When you-” “And then

“Hey girl! You’re never late? What’s up?” The blonde - Ash - asked. “Probably out playing a dude,” Lisa chimed in with a slight smirk. “Yeah,” Sin replied. “My bad. I had the weirdest thing happen.” Both girls leaned forward in their seats, clearly waiting for Sin to continue. And she obliged. “I was playing a dude. But then I was on my way here and some Orange Player just appeared out of nowhere. Obviously, I squared up. But then some guy named Oscar stopped me. Offered me a job. Said he knew you two,” Sin explained briefly. She sounded as if she couldn’t really believe th

He gave her a polite wave and then rounded the corner. Sin blinked, resting her arm against the crossguard of her sword as she tried to catch up with how quickly the interaction had played out. But she didn’t have much time to think as her thoughts turned to her friends. And then to the time of day. She muttered a curse under her breath and then took off like a bolt around the opposite corner. Rushing through the streets was difficult. It was lunch time. So people were taking to the main strip and its many cafes and bistros. In the distance loomed a tall black building that had only recently a

“So you’re asking a stripper if she knows how to run a nightclub. That’s so fucking stupid,” she said. “And how do you even know about me? Or do you send your little shadow after all the pretty girls?” Oscar just shrugged. “Yeah, probably. But it’s better than my dumb ass trying to figure it out. Candidate pool isn’t really comprehensive. And as far as how I know about you, we have mutual friends. Lisa and Ash.” Sin’s eyes narrowed. Maybe he’d seen her around with them sometime? Though she wondered how she could have possibly overlooked him. He was definitely the type of guy to stand

“I ain’t hoppin’ back on that pole. Haven’t had to take my fuckin’ clothes off for anyone I didn’t want to since I got here. Not starting now,” she interjected. She tried to come up with some insult to throw at him, but she simply couldn’t make the words come out. Oscar simply blinked. “And,” he emphasized. “I don’t know how to do things I don’t know how to do. I was hoping skills might translate. Or at least you’d be in a better position to figure it out than I would.” Wait what. The whole interaction had her on the back foot, but this job offer most definitely came out of

The other name - Oscar - rang a bell. Wasn’t he that dude with the hot dog stand? The guy that helped out the orphanage? She ripped her weapon out from between his fingers, stepping back to turn around and face him. She wasn’t short, but he was too fucking tall. And Sin had several questions. She couldn’t decide which was more important: Why was an orange player taking orders from him? And what the fuck did he want with her? “You are a stripper right? At least a former one. It’s the name, if you’re curious,” Oscar said quickly. “It’s either real or a meme and I’m just chasin’ a

Her fist connected with his jaw in the next moment, sending him flying off to the side. “Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” Sin took a step forward, hefting her weapon over her shoulder to bring it down upon the reeling man. It stopped cold, held by some unseen force. She looked back, her vision blocked by a large chest. She looked upward. Then upward some more until she locked eyes with another set of baby blues. Sandy brown hair tied up in a bun and impossibly tall. He held her weapon still between his thumb and index finger. So infuriatingly casually. “I told you this was a

“If only I could master that kind of finesse,” he said with a heavy sigh. A smirk played at his face as he began to pull his hand from his pocket. Showtime. Sin blitzed forward, a dark blur as she pulled her weapon from her inventory. She swung her weapon with deadly speed from over her back, weapon slamming into the stones beneath the man’s feet. She didn’t need the dust to settle to know that she missed. She heard that metallic scraping off to the side and pivoted her weapon in that direction. Her blade was stopped at the apex of its arc, repelled backward with a metallic clang.

Sin left the seedy inn she’d brought them to, blasting out of the back door and stepping out onto the alley. It was around this time that she might have stopped to relish her victory. Fan herself with bills and all that stuff. But she had places to be and people to see. A lunch date with the girls, specifically. She took off running, dancing around discarded crates and bins. “That was inspired.” The voice cut through the air behind her. Sin skidded to a halt, wheeling around. A man stood at the end of the alley, just to the left of the door she’d just come from. She knew for a fact t

“Aw, babe,” she crooned as her fingers gently played with his hair. “I didn’t mean to wear you out like that.” He let out a tired groan. “I don’t -” Sin pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. Rest up. You were such a fucking stud last night.” She let her hand trail down his face, softly and tenderly. Over his neck and down his chest. “I gotta dash but maybe next time I won’t charge. A-plus dick game, baby.” Sin planted a soft kiss on his cheek, leaving him splayed out on the bed as she quickly disappeared out the door. This part came easy. And it was a mercy. There was some part o

Who would actually think they’d be so lucky? That they could pay for it? She’d been honest though. Her ass was life-changing. Just, perhaps not in the way he’d thought. Sin sat at the edge of the bed, watching the sun rise as her latest victim snored loudly behind him. There were, perhaps, more honest ways for a girl to make money. But when a man’s been eye-fucking you for hours and you’re just trying to have a couple drinks - sometimes that man needs to just go ahead and be made to pay for the privilege. There wasn’t enough Col on Aincrad to make Sin give it up to dudes like that.