#ThursThreads Week 618 - Drabbles Ensue!

Welcome! 

Another week of participating in Siobhan Muir's #ThursdayThreads flash fiction contest. Week 618 - coming up soon on 12 years of that contest. It's the longest running flash fiction contest that I am aware of. Siobhan has my upmost respect. It takes a lot of time an energy to keep up a blog for that long, consistently week after week. I am grateful for it, and the people I have met along the way. 

This week's drabble doesn't have any affiliation with anything I'm currently working on, just a little fun exploration of a random scene. Still heavily influenced by the show Lucifer, but doesn't necessarily have to be within that universe. 

Check out the other entries on Siobhan's blog here.

This week's prompt: "They can try to kill me."

Walking through his club, most people would make the mistake that he was human, that he was mortal. Sure, there was something usually magnetic about him, an aura that drew people in, but that didn’t mean he was anything more than a charismatic club owner.

They would be mistaken.

He was those things--charismatic, magnetic, the life of the party--but he was not human or even mortal. He rather enjoyed the charade. It meant most people underestimated him, much to their determent.

Leaning against the edge of the bar, he surveyed the dance floor. His patrons were enjoying themselves getting lost in the music, the booze, and whatever extracurriculars they brought with them.

His head bartender tapped his elbow as he deposited a fresh drink next to him. “Hey Boss.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s a group of men at the freight entrance that want to talk to you about a deal.”

The boss sighed and quickly downed his drink. “Took them long enough to show up.”

The younger man looked uneasy. “They are all clearly packing. Do you want me to call the cops?”

Setting his empty glass down, the boss chuckled. “Certainly not. No need to get law enforcement involved in this. They can try to kill me, but they will find it rather difficult.”

The bartender nodded. If his boss wasn’t worried, then he wasn’t either. He had seen too much in his time here to not acknowledge that his boss was extremely capable of taking care of himself.

 

Thanks for reading! Until next week or whenever I post again!