The light clank of glass bottles against wooden shelves signaled from behind the bar. The ever busy tenders and staff bustling about all working ever so diligently at their tasks. Even in the off hours there was a brisk flow of patrons flocking in and out of a new establishment in the city. “Imbibe” A bar that had seemingly popped up out of nowhere overnight, and the proprietor that took equal turns behind the bar, and on the floor as well. He spun the neck of a bottle between his fingers, flipping it upside down as he combined apple brandy, alpine amaro, delicate sweet vermouth and crème de cacao all in a small glass. He twirled a sterling silver spoon in the glass, combining the mixture into a deep golden brown. With his other hand he gently carved away an orange peel, twisting it around his ring finger before straining the drink into a chilled glass and floating the orange on top. He flicked his wrist, a silver lighter suddenly appearing in his palm.
“Enjoy to your hearts content.” He flicked the lighter, a small burst of flame escaped the lighter singing the top of the orange peel thanks to its fragrant oils. He gently lifted the glass up, blowing the flame away in a single gentle puff. He set the glass down for his current customer, a fellow newcomer to the city, an elven girl with a starry look in her eyes, and an necklace that had caught his eye. “
Coperta Da Sci, I hope it is to your liking.” Words like velvet flowed from his lips. The woman took her drink, but words seemed to fail her as the man stepped back.
“Mr. Virgils, you have a visitor.” Called his head server. Dante glanced over his shoulder, his lips slowly pulling into a smile.
“Oh? Well, I do hope they’ll forgive my tardiness.” He removed himself from behind the bar, walking towards a set of beautiful wooden stairs that lead up to the second level of Imbibe. He cleared his throat, stepping inside with his typical grin.
A backroom was sectioned out to look like a comfortable study. A desk separated the room, while leather arm chairs sat, now full with the occupants. A single cup of black coffee sat in a porcelain cup, wafts of steam gently wisped up from the black surface. At the head of the desk sat a young woman, her black hair flowed down, covering the right half of her face, slim dress cut off just above her knees, revealing a pair of long crossed legs. Dark red lipstick completed her ensemble. She gently tapped on the desk, glancing up only as the door to the room opened, in stepped two men, Dante and a slender young man wearing a slightly wrinkled tan suit.
“You may take a seat sir.” Dante said politely. Still dressed in his bartender’s clothes he stood just slightly back from the woman, arms tucked neatly behind his back, his eyes locked onto the young man. The woman shifted slightly in the chair, her painted nails gently tapping on the desk as she re-crossed her legs.
“Mr… Wells was it?” She asked, her smoky voice filling the warm room.
“Y-Yes ma’am I-I mean-“
“Yes, we all know what you meant.” She commented. There was a pause, a drawn out silence that was making Mr. Wells feel ever more uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat a bit, the leather rubbing under his suit pants. “Nervous, Mr. Wells?” She commented, tilting her head slightly to the side, her hair falling in response.
“Y-Yes, I-I mean no! I mean…” The woman rolled her eyes slightly. If she didn’t move this along, they’d be there all day.
“Mr. Wells please, that is quite enough. Now, you are here because you wish to know something, is that right?” She asked. “I read your submission request, but it is imperative that I hear it from your mouth directly.” She punctuated her point with a tap of her fingers. Mr. Wells shifted a bit, looking down and at his hands, more specifically the ring on his left hand.
“M-My wife she… She has gone missing and… And I would do anything to find her… P-Please I didn’t know where to start!” He finally looked up towards the woman at the desk.
“The police perhaps?” She asked.
“The police work to slow! I can’t just sit back by the phone and hope against all hope that they’ll find her!” He exclaimed, his voice growing louder. The woman tapped her finger once more on the desk, the lights in the room flickering slightly in response.
“Mr. Wells, please… Do try to remember to use your indoor voice.” She reached out, gently taking the cup of black coffee in front of her, bringing it to her lips. “A missing wife, how tragic. And what has lead you to believe she didn’t merely leave ‘you’ high and dry?”
“N-No!” He said in a quieter tone, his hands shaking slightly. “E-Evelyn’s friends haven’t seen or heard from her either… She just went to work one day and… Never came back. P-Please I know I must seem like a fool but-“
“Enough.” She stood up from her seat, walking slowly around to lean against the front of the desk, her polished black heels clacking against the wooden floor. “So, you’d like us to find any information relevant to your wife’s whereabouts and safety. Is that correct?” Mr. Wells looked up towards the domineering figure, nodding a few times in response. “P-Please Ms. Virgils I will do anything! I-“ The light sound of slow clapping from the corner of the room silenced the man. The woman chuckled lightly, raising the cup of coffee to her lips once more.
“I believe there has been some confusion.” She whispered softly.
“You’d do anything? Now now Mr. Wells, you should know better than to use such broad terms.” A deep mellow voice rumbled. The man standing in the corner now stepped up, sitting in the main chair as the woman now changed places, sitting on the side of the desk. “But what is a man in love without his lover?” He ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling softly. Again, silence took over the room, Dante pondered his request, weighing the pros and cons of using precious resources to track down his wife. “Tell me Mr. Wells, what would a man do to get back the woman he loves?” Dante’s eyes remained fixed up towards the ceiling, as though he were only somewhat paying attention.
“I would do anything! I would even sell my-” Dante held up a finger, Mr. Wells stopped talking immediately.
“Always so dramatic.” He quipped, finally lowering his eyes to stare into Mr. Well’s. “Tell me, do you believe your soul holds such value to me? My my, you do certainly have an overinflated sense of self-worth.” He chuckled lightly. “How arrogant!” He clapped his hands once more. “Oh no Mr. Wells, I am afraid you have gravely misjudged my character. But I am not unsympathetic after all.” He glanced towards his assistant, the woman in black. “Ash, I believe there was a file relevant to this man’s inquiry yes?” The woman nodded. She walked around to the back of the desk, opening the first drawer she removed a file, setting it down in front of Dante. “Ah yes… Evelyn Wells, age 42, a lovely nymph of a woman, well liked by her peers at work, despised by none. ‘neat and tidy’ ‘very motherly’ ‘always a blessing to have’” He rattled off some quotes people had spoken about her. “And as of…” He trailed off glancing at the clock on his desk. “53 hours ago, missing after finishing work.” He closed the packet. “Mr. Wells,” he began, holding the file in his hand. “In this folder, is everything a half-witted private investigator would need to find your wife.” Mr Wells leaned forward, clutching at his ring, beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow. “So take it.” He tapped the folder, it disappeared from the table, suddenly appearing in his lab. Mr. Wells flinched, shocked by the trick.
“W-Wait, but w-we haven’t discussed payment! H-Here is a bank note, it’s n-not exactly a king’s ransom but it’s all of our-” Dante leaned forward in his seat, gently intertwining his fingers on his desk.
“No thank you.” His voice silencing further protest. He stood up from his desk. “Not all that glitters is gold, and not all that is valuable to me is money. Now take the file, go find yourself a competent private investigator, and find your wife.” He walked towards the door, opening it he motioned for Mr. Wells to get up. Mr. Wells stumbled up, walking towards the door, stopping to look at Dante once more.
“M-Mr. Virgils thank you, thank you so much! I don’t… I mean I don’t know how I could ever repay you for…” Dante shook his head.
“What is that old adage you people use?... I’m, paying it forward?” He smiled down at the man, motioning for him to go. Mr. Wells shook Dante’s hand, and hastily made his leave, leaving only Dante and his assistant in the room.
“Why didn’t you humor him and just take his money?” She asked softly, sipping her coffee. Dante chuckled, his shoulders slightly bobbing.
“Because he’ll need all their savings to pay for the addiction rehab for his wife… Lovely woman, with a nasty drug habit.” He chuckled again. “I’m rather impressed she managed to keep it together this long. Looks like she went and got herself into a stupor in the city, she’ll be fine of course… But that man isn’t the predator in all of this… He’s the victim.” And Dante wasn’t known for taking advantage of the victims, fortunately Dante had slipped a few pamphlets and numbers to call in the back of the folder. “Thank you for vetting that one Ash, see to the next few clients, I’m going back downstairs.” He waved, closing the door behind him. He readjusted his tie, and straightened out his vest. “Now, where was I?”
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