Your husband, James was nowhere to be found so you decided to pay Liz a visit at the bar.
Sally happened to be there too, so you sat right next to her. There was also an older caucasian man drinking alone just sitting 1 stool away from you. He looks like he is in his 60′s.
You, Liz, & Sally were having a nice conversation until the man randomly budded in saying, “you’re disgusting.” He was swaying his head as he was holding his drink. He obviously seemed drunk.
You turned your head to look at him and mugged him, not saying a word because you assumed he was just talking to himself. Then you turned back around to face Liz. Sally just looked at him as she was smoking her cigarette and Liz raised a brow at him.
“You’re disgusting,” he repeated while looking at me.
“What?” You looked back at him, with a confused look on your face.
Sally, still having a cigarette in her mouth said, “Excuse me?”
He pointed at me, while drunkily saying, “You have no respect for yourself. Look at what you’re wearing. And too much makeup.”
This man came out of nowhere. You felt more confused than you felt disrespected. You found it quite hilarious, actually. All you’re wearing are 5 inch heels with an all black jumpsuit that showed cleavage. It’s not like you were naked. Maybe this man was just having a bad day or maybe his wife cheated on him. I mean, he was alone. Who knows. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your day.
“Who gives a crap about what she’s wearing?” Liz annoyingly says to the man.
“Yeah, she looks hot. Fuck off.” Sally adds.
The man takes a chug from his beer. “Whore”, he sloppily words.
You let out a fake laugh and flipped your hair. “You’re funny.”
The old man is so drunk that he accidentally knocks his beer bottle, having the rest of the beer spill on you. He didn’t even care to pick it up, so he spat on the floor.
Sally rolls her eyes and puts her cigarette in the ash tray.
Liz picks up the bottle and quickly grabs a towel to hand to you. “Her husband is going to kill you.” She points at the man.
“It’s alright, Liz. Don’t worry about it. He’s quite hilarious actually. My day has been boring until this loser came along.” You said as you were patting your clothes dry with the towel.
“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” The man says while glaring at you, emphasizing the word ‘nothing’. He stood up, getting ready to leave but Liz walks around the bar and grabs the him by the shirt. “You don’t talk to the lady of the house like that! Do you hear me?”
“No Liz, it’s alright really. He’s just drunk.” You say to Liz, putting your hand on her arm to calm down. Liz was always so loyal to you because you’ve done so much for her as a friend.
“It’s fine, Y/N. Me and Sally are going to escort this punk out of here.” Liz says and glances at Sally.
Sally nods her head and gets up. “We’ll be back.”
Both Sally and Liz take the man downstairs. Will Drake passes them at the top of the stairs heading to the bar.
“Y/N, what was that all about?” Will points at them laughing, then goes to pour himself a drink.
“Long story. He’s just wasted.” You laugh back.
15 minutes pass and Liz comes back. Sally didn’t come back with her. She probably went back to her room or something.
“Damn Liz, took you long enough.” You said sarcastically.
Liz sashays to her spot behind the bar, popping her lips saying, “Yup.” She seemed like she was up to something, but you didn’t question it.
“It wasn’t a big deal, but thanks for having my back anyways.”
Liz puts one hand on her hip and snaps her fingers with the other. “Oh don’t worry about it. He was messing with my girl, Y/N. By the way, James said he needs to see you in the laundry room.”
“Uh laundry room. For what?” You were so confused. Laundry room? Out of all places, James wants to meet you there? Whatever. If your husband needs to see you, you’re definitely going to be there.
“Who knows, hun.” Liz shrugs.
Once you’ve reached the laundry room, you see James with his sleeves rolled up standing behind the man that disrespected you at the bar. The man is on his knees with his hands tied up in front of him looking afraid, but not saying a word. You figured James roughed him up a bit before you got there. “You will pay for disrespecting my queen.” You hear James tell the man as you walked in.
“Ah, darling!” James turns around and looks at you with excitement.
“What is going on?” You stood there surprised. You didn’t expect Liz and Sally to really go out of there way to bring the man to James. You really thought they both escorted him out of the hotel. No wonder it took Liz forever to get back.
“This is the creature that Liz and Sally have informed me that said such vile things to you at the bar, no?”
“Yes. Yes he is.” You said with an evil grin. You knew exactly what James was going to do. So you cross your arms in front of you and watch him. You also remembered that James needed a fix as well. It’s been a little over a week since he’s killed anyone, anyways.
The man turns his head to look at James. “You’re never going to get away with this.” He turns his head back to face the opened laundry chute.
James leans over and whispers in the man’s ear. “I happen to disagree with you.”
Something about James right now just turns you on. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s looks sexy with his sleeves rolled up or if it’s because he’s so protective over you that he’s willing to kill for you. Or maybe it’s both.
James stands up straight, then roughly bashes the back of the man’s head with his hammer and throws his body down the chute. Good riddance.
James wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. You walk over to James and whisper in his ear, “I love watching you kill.” Then you leave the room to head over to your bedroom. You knew that saying that would turn James on and that he would soon be following after you.
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Robert quite naturally was concerned that any slipup on
Sally’s part would undoubtably lead to him. His concerns magnified
when Loyalist officers began living in the Townsend home, but his
apprehensions escalated in November 1778, when Simcoe began living
there. He knew by reputation that Simcoe was no fool, and worse yet, he
could be ruthlessly brutal. Even more worrisome to Townsend was the
knowledge that Simcoe’s mission included ferreting out enemy espionage
activities on Long Island. In short, the spy hunter was living in the
home of the spy he was pursuing. Townsend was worried that any misstep
by himself or Sally would place all the Townsend’s in danger. Long
Island historians like Frances Irwin maintain that Sally had been
passing information to Robert for some time, and she continued to do so
with intelligence that she gleaned from her association with Simcoe and
other Loyalists in the Oyster Bay area. But no one was more aware than
her brother Robert of the disastrous consequences her discovery would
have on the Townsend family and indeed on the Culper Ring. — Paul R. Misencik