I been on a creative spark when it comes to Ame, I have notes and plot written down for each Arc of her story as well as what is the next chapter after this one. Excited to show you all😀
Not a cloud was in the sky tonight and the moon was shining in all its glory upon the city that never sleeps: New York. Standing in the que that lead into the nightclub on the wharf, Space Ibiza, Ame idly tapped her pink Dior stiletto into the pavement impatiently still aware that the handsome man who had been watching her on the train had followed her discreetly to Space Ibiza.
She would have confronted him but if he turned out to nobody important and just an ogling pervert, Ame would have exposed herself of who she was to the public and the authorities would have been notified immediately. Instead she decided to keep her cool and kept to her merry way, flashing her fake ID to the bouncers at the main doors and entering the venue. Loud, techno music vibrated off the walls as a dj on the stage spun on his decks the latest tracks.
It gave Ame positive vibes and wanting to be swept into it, she quickly headed towards the bar. Ame pushed past the tipsy crowd and slapped a bill onto the counter. It alerted one of the bartenders in front of her, a busty pink hair girl with cat eyes that were clearly contacts “What can I get for ya hun?” her thick, New York accent shouted over the loud din. Ame merely beamed “Cosmopolitan please” the pink hair girl nodded snatching the bill and tucking it into her bra “Coming right up”.
Leaning over the bar, Ame tapped her feet into the tiles smiling dazzingly at any bold man who would dare approach her and charm her, they were all sweet but tonight she was not looking for sex, tonight she would blend with the locals and drown herself into the electronic beats. Hopefully stay all night in the club until the sun began to rise. She was given her cocktail from the bartender and pushed back into the heavy crowds, finding herself a spot on the dance floor.
Keeping her Cosmopolitan covered from any drug popping patron, Ame danced on her, ignoring the purposely grinding men and shimmying herself out of their way, blowing a kiss at them and wagging a finger “Nice try gentlemen” her voice soft and below the loud music. Finding herself in a corner of the dance floor, Ame considered it her safe spot and easily sculled down it down “You drink like it’s water” a deep voice echoed behind her.
Looking over her shoulder, Ame blinked and raised an eyebrow. It was her creeping man from the train, reaching over and grabbing the lapel of his jacket Ame quickly caught sight of his badge hidden inside the pocket. “Spy of sorts? And what would you be interested in a girl like me?” Ame released his blazer and batted her lashes sarcastically, the mystery man merely chuckled and acknowledged her with a tilt of his head “I know exactly what kind of girl you are, daughter of Masaru Hayato”.
Ame froze up, he knew who she was! Looking around, she pulled out her kunai from her garter and was about to demand who he was only to realise he had disappeared from her side. She was alone again. Leaning against the wall, Ame scowled flipping her kunai around in her right hand. She had let her guard drop and that was dangerous.