10 This wasn’t the first time a woman had thrown red wine on him.

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This wasn’t the first time a woman had thrown red wine on him. It was however the first time it was still in the bottle. When the bottle hit him and shattered he stumbled back against a table and braced himself. He wiped away the alcohol from his stinging eyes, and could barely make out a figure as he squinted through the restaurant.

“Dumb broad…” he mumbled in a drunken slur.

“I heard that” said the figure.

The blur began to run towards him, first sprinting, then cart wheeling, and landing a back handspring right in front of him. His eyes were still stinging as he hiccupped and muttered something about being a show off.

This man, Jonah by name, was known for being a failing womanizer. He pushed and pushed, harassed and insulted, and did whatever he could to try and get what he wanted. So rarely did he ever get it. This night he had been set up by a friend on a blind date with a lady named Carlitta. Little did he know that she was a hired assassin.

Carlitta pulled dual pistols from the holsters under her dress and pressed them against Jonah’s neck, cocking one then the other, then said calmly “You know, I’m getting a fairly high price for you.”

“You a hooker?”

“No, you idiot. I’m an assassin. I’ve been hired by a girl you might have known: Charlotte.”

Jonah paused for a while, looking confused then responded “Never heard of her.”

“Well, that explains why she wants you dead. You dated her for over a month, not less than a year ago,” and without giving him a chance to explain, she blew his brains out the roof of his head. Grasping a cloth napkin from the table, Carlitta scrubbed gently at the brain stains on her new dress.

“Men.”