A Devious Plot

[Allister’s POV]

I sit alone at the bar, eyeing the few people that dance together. Though it was early, I had come as soon as the sun went down so that I could complete my mission sooner. Since that bastard fae had hidden his hiding spot, I would need the help of his same species to help me unglamour it. And I had no luck the previous night.

“Are you just going to sit there?” The bartender asks me.

“And if I am?” I counter.

“At least have a drink while you wait for whatever it is that you’re waiting for,” he responds. “It isn’t fun to be sober in a place like this.”

A place like this. It was all but a sex club. Of course, being drunk or high was ideal, but for what I planned on doing, I needed to be completely sober.

“I’m fine,” I huff, continuing to eye the dance floor until a man storms in and takes a seat beside me.

“What’ll it be?” The bartender asks.

“The strongest thing you have.”

Fighting the laugh that wanted to escape me due to how fucking sad the man sounded, I begin to go