Spiked Drinks

My second Patreon exclusive story for October is a crime caper, which means Jessica is coming returning. When I wrote my first one, I dove into a high-end thief, and well, Jessica was born. While I still owe her a last name, and she’ll eventually get one, I’ve grown attached to her. I continually reach out to her to pioneer this genre when it comes up. With a main character in hand, I needed a law for her to break. And while I can eventually think of something for her to do, I marched to past NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction Challenges and found a prompt. Circle around and delve into the Caper set in a money counting room and to involve a mirror.

Jessica’s current employer requires her to steal from other criminals. Though she doesn’t understand why she needs to hit the count room…

Spiked Drinks

Jessica uncapped the vial and poured a few drops into the two drinks. After recapping the bottle, she stirred the contents, getting the added chemical mixed evenly. She lifted the small tray and maneuvered around the unconscious men littered everywhere. She stopped in front of a door and wiped at her skirt before knocking.

“What do you want?” A gruff voice answered.

She licked her lips and replied, “I’m here with your drinks.”

“It’s about time,” a different person grumbled. A chair slid back as the second individual continued. “I need my next drink. Open up and let her in.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the initial one groused. As Jessica lifted her hand to remind the men about her presence, the door swung inward, and a tall bald man waved her inside. “You’re not Karla.”

“Nope, she’s under the weather,” Jessica replied as she moved to block his sight.

The other man turned around in his chair and put his arm over the back. He examined Jessica and said, “I don’t care who it is, Carl. As long as she has our drinks, then she can come in.” He lifted an empty glass saying, “I need a refill.”

The bald man groaned as he twisted himself to glare at his partner. He scratched at his collar and cleared his throat objecting. “Michael, we can’t just let anyone in here.”

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