Evelyn the Tipsy Spy

(EVELYNs pov)

Like I knew this is never gonna be easy for me. I walked down to the bar and sat like a customer perfectly covering my tattoos, cause a glimpse can cause me a very large scratch, I'm sure I'm wanted by this niggies as well.

I know I would get something from here, I sat crossed legged sipping from a medium stout bottle I took like three before I felt light headed. "I can't give up so easily", I taped my head but as soon as I lifted my gaze I saw something fall out from a waiters pocket.

I stood up immediately like a mad woman. this should be a spy, I stepped on the paper on the floor and it clicked on my nyke shoe, he turned to face me. I pretended to be a bit tipsy. "What's da hell, have been trying to reach someone, don't you guys want money? I Wana get out of this place".

I shouted I guess many attentions was diverted to me. other waiters ran to me, to stop me from throwing a tantrum. "I guess she's tipsy".