The Power of the Eminence grise

CHAPTER FIVE; The Astounding Dancer

"Whiskey or Scotch, handsome?" The female bartender asked, her eyes glued to her customer.

"Whiskey, please."

The bartender nods with a radiant smile that can smite anyone while reaching for a long bottle and a small glass cup.

"I haven't seen this face before. Are you new here?'" She asked with an alluring smile while pouring drink into the cup.

"Not really" Idris replied calmly and disinterested.

"Not really? is that an answer."

Idris finally raised his head to speak when someone interrupted.

"Are you going to serve him all day, Jane. Well, you better get your pay from him." A male bartender, who seemed like the boss interrupted.

She squeezed and pout her face, before turning to Idris. "He is a jackass. I think he is jealous." She whispered, "Catch you in a bit, handsome." She sniggered and went ahead to attend other customers.

Idris heaved a liberated sign of relief before sinking the whiskey content into his mouth.

He then turned his head towards the direction of what seems like a group of teens, late teenagers precisely, dancing and making merry.

"Hey" A tall pretty girl draws his attention.

"Are you going to blow my boobs." She said, tittering and staggering a bit.

"What?" Idris strained his ear feighing deafness due to the blaring music.

"Just kidding, but you're gorgeous." She sips the drink in her glass cup and continued.

"Not having fun, huh?"

"Having enough here." Idris responded calmly clearly disinterested. He just couldn't take his eyes away from this group of teens dancing.

"Come on, don't be such a bore." She drawled like a spoiled brat, bracing herself on Idris who at this point seemed fed up.

"Come, join us" She pestered, pointing towards a group of girls dancing.

"My friends think you're hot and I thi...."

"How old are you my friend?"

"Me?" She directs the glass cup to her chest, "Well, ammmm sixteen.. seventeen. Oh God, somewhere between sixteen and seventeen"

"You're breaching the law my friend. should call the cops on you now."

She pouts her face and gave a middle finger gesture before leaving.

Idris exhaled lightly, "Teens" He mumbled as he dust his suit.

"Teenages can be nasty, right?" A beautiful curvaceous lady emerged, she was accompanied by another beauty.

"Oh God, not again." He mumbled, standing up to leave

"No, no, no, please. Am here for a different thing Mr Vader." Idris stopped mid-way, definitely surprised on how she knew him by his name but masked it properly.

He tried to figure out if he have met them before but couldn't. He then surrendered to just hear from them.

"You must be surprised on how I came about your name, well, I'm Bridget and right here" She turns towards the lady behind her and continued, "Is my elder sister, Maeve Sawyer, the CEO of Lamp Corp."

"Ok, that's good for you guys."

"Em.." Bridget was interrupted by her sister who whispered softly into her ears, "Are you sure he is the one? He looks very much like an ordinary man to me." Maeve confided after casting disdainful stares on him.

"Don't spoil this Maeve. This is our only chance. If anyone can help us, believe me sister, it is him." Bridget warned with a stern face.

They turned towards Idris with face masked with faux smiles but Idris's attention appears to be elsewhere, right where the teens are dancing.

Something was unfolding or about to unfold. 

"Sir..." Bridget stops abruptly as Idris raised an index finger to the air signalling her to stop.

At the other corner of the bar, a group of boys or rather, a gang, climbed right to the lounge where the teens were making merry.

"Fuck off" One of the gang member pushes one of the male teen out of their way.

They stopped right before this particular girl, Amelia Pierce. She was beautiful. Her almond eyes was a warm blend of innocence and chaos. Her shape was model-like and she was an astounding dancer.

She seems to be carried away by the music, dancing and rocking a male teen.

In a trice, a very tall, slim guy with tattoos all over his body appeared. His nose was rounded by bunch of jewelries that pierced it. He looked pretty much like the leader of the gang.

He grabbed the male teen and pushed him away.

Regaining his stance, the male teen rushed to strike back but stopped and cowered away on beholding the pitting image of the offender. It was Julious Peppers himself.

The only son of Julious Kane, a feared leader of a cartel group.

Without any other opposition, he started dancing with Amelia who seemed pretty engrossed by the party and music.

Everything was fine until Julious' hands smoothly reached for her ass. She gently pulls it away still oblivious of the imposter

Peppers smiled, sensing it as a challenge and then went again, this time, he roughly grabbed the ass.

A ferocious slap from Amelia clapped his cheek. She was shocked for a moment seeing a different guy behind her and that made her angrier hence she launched another and then another leaving Peppers' cheek red.

She was intercepted by her fourth launch and was sent sprawling to the floor by a tremendous three-time punches from Peppers.

He signalled his men to grab her, "Feisty, huh?" he asked rubbing his reddened cheek. "I like them feisty. We will see how feisty you're by the time I go three rounds on you." He heaved a mischievous chuckle and left with his men.

Just as they were putting her inside the car, a voice interrupted.

"Why the rush my friends? The party is not yet over." Idris intruded, his hands inside his pocket as he sauntered towards them with his usual calm and casual deposition.

His eyes trailed past them to the unconscious girl inside the car trunk and then back to them.

"Oh, I see the emergency my friend." He said dangling his index finger towards Julious Peppers while approaching them, "Seems kid sister got herself drunk. You guys are good big brothers." His lips curved into a twisted smile and a then to a frown instantly.

"Kill this motherfucker." Peppers ordered his men, and then moved to the car trunk, sat there and light a cigarette.