Aliya stepped down from the car and made her way towards her condo door.
The door creaked open as she turned the knob. She strode towards the kitchen counter and picked up a bottle of whiskey.
She held the whiskey and walked towards the open windows of her condo.
The night was still young and cold, the wind carried her hair in waves around her face. Her blue eyes seemed to be focus on something but nothing in particular.
Sip by sip Aliya downed the whiskey, Unlike some people Aliya had a good tolerance to alcohol.
She was even able to drink five bottles in one night without getting drunk.
Seeing that the bottle was empty, Aliya walked out of the open window and made her way to her room.
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In stag nite bar and alluring figure made way through the door, taking the breaths of both male and female. She walked with her hips swinging side to side.
Her movements we're precise like someone who studied the art of catwalking.
Her leather pants and top hugged her perfect body bringing out her womanly figure.
Her black high boots hit the ground with gentle steps as Aliya made her way to the bar stool. She sat down without giving attention to the stares she was getting.
The eyes looked at her with lust especially a particular pair who seemed to be planning something.
"What can I get you?" Came the cheerful voice from the bartender.
"What do you have?" Aliya asked back with her straight face.
Seeing that his smile was not affecting the young miss the bartender decided to change his tactics.
"That would depend on what you need" The bartender said with a smirk plastered on his face.
Noticing the playful smirk on the bartenders face Aliya decided to cut the conversation short and said.
"I'll take vodka" came her cut reply.
It surprised the bartender a little but he quickly nod but before he could leave
"One bottle" her voice rang again.
"Hey pretty" Came a lustful voice from behind her.
Aliya didn't want to cause a scene so she choose to ignore the man but the idiot kept on talking. What annoyed was when his hands reached out to touch her.
As if hell broke loose Aliya grabbed his hand and twist it backward making the man groan and curse in pain.
And with a kick the man was sent flying and hitting the stacked up chairs and tables.
A pair of hands were itching to join the fight as his gaze followed the figure.
Seeing their leader lying down injured the rest of them decided a attack Aliya.
"Oh my drink is here" Came her not so cheerful voice.
She grabbed the bottle from the dumbstruck bartender who must have witnessed the little action.
Aliya gulped the vodka down with satisfaction. And just when she was about to take the last gulp a fist came flying almost hitting her side jaw but Aliya dogged it.
Surprise was evident on the guy's face and Aliya just smirked at his expression. Using the almost empty vodka bottle she smashed it on the guy's head making groan in pain.
Immediately the others attacked all trying to hit her but Aliya handled them with ease. She pushed the table nearby and pressed one of them to the wall.
She then used one of the chairs to hit another.
Seeing the fight that broke out the bartenders quietly gave chance not wanting to get involved.
The fight didn't last long and with one punch the last man fell on the ground with blood coming from his nose.
The bartenders continued whispering amongst themselves Wondering who this lady was.
As soon as the fight ended a figure walked with fast footsteps out of the bar.
Aliya was about to leave when she noticed a pair of eyes that seemed to be watching her. As if they knew she saw them they quickly left with hurried footsteps.
"Here this should cover everything" Aliya said as she dropped the money on the table.
She dashed out of the bar and followed the spy.