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continuation comes tomorrow morning.

The below writeup is purely fictional and in no way meant to incite or promote violence.

The evening was cold and dusk was gradually creeping in, it was a friday. A girl walked into the dimly lit bar and took her sit at a corner facing the entrance. She wore an oversized coat that covered most of her fair, slim body almost to the knee, a faded blued jean that was tightly- fitted and a Fez- cap that shielded half of her face. She carried a black leather bag which she placed casually on her lap and allowd her fingers to draw circles on it..

Red and blue disco light made an irregular pattern on the wall, barely illuminating the cigarette-smoke filled room. Minutes later, a waitress approached her table,
" what can I get you, Ma' am? " she asked politely.
" soda " was the quick response she made as she bent towards her bag pretending to be looking for something, tilting her face away from the waitress' gaze.

The waitress returned with a tray containing a bottle of chilled soda and a glass and a straw. She placed it in front of the Fez- capped lady, " here, Ma' am. Your money is two hundred naira. "
" My guy will soon be here, dont worry " her response was soft and she sounded convincing. The waitress opened her mouth to say something but closed it after a second thought and disappeared into another corner where she continued with her what-can-I-get-you line.

The Fez- capped lady did not touch the drink, nor the table, she rather continued her nervous tapping of the bag with her fingers and glued her eyes to the entrance. She reached for her napkin and cleaned her sweaty face, taking a brieg moment to remove the cap, revealing a golden coloured hair packed at the pony. The beads of perspiration forming at her forehead were betraying her nervousness. She hated this, she hated looking suspicious. He had told her to simply " blend in, dont act weird, do your thing and come out, easy! "

A girl wearing a bum short and a bra started walking towards her direction, she held a small bottle of gin on one hand and a stick of glowing cigarette on the other. Fez- cap suddenly became uncomfortable, nervously squeezing her fingers into ball.
Damn it! Don't come any closer, she prayed. Go find yourself some drunk Hot fellow.

The girl kept coming and suddenly stopped to dance to the tune of the music playing, twisting her waist and pushing her bum backward, before dragging a sip from her bottle. Fez- cap was almost standing, her right hand was dipped inside the leather bag as if she was trying to raise something out of it. Just when she thought she would come closer, the girl collapsed on a chair right before hers, obviously overpowered by the effect of her nearly empty bottle. The next second, she was snoring lightly, Fez- cap could smell the stench of her deep alcohol breath and then she relaxed. She had faced the risk of being made, the girl would have easily recognised her, disguised or not. She sighed and returned to her watch of the entrance, her drink still retouched.

She glanced at the luminous hands of her wrist watch, a few minutes to eight. She will soon be here and she will make her pay for her crime, she will make her pay for ruining het life, that's justice. The thought of vengeance and justice made her smile, her pimples deepened at both cheeks and she felt a fresh wave of energy and confidence. She unwrapped a Nestle Mint and threw the gum into her mouth, unconsciously throwing the wrap on the floor

There was a movement at the entrance and she looked up, then, she saw her.