7;53 PM. Wednesday

Location; Herald's Bar. Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.

The dimly lit bar hummed with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and the soft glow of the neon signs casting a warm, inviting light across the room.

It was a place where troubles were left at the door, where people came to forget their worries and lose themselves in the music and the company of others.

Agatha Chivensley walked in and was greeted by the familiar buzz of excitement that always accompanied a night at the bar. The bartender nodded in recognition as she took her usual seat at the counterand ordered a drink to take the edge off the long day.

She looked outside the big window panels and watched the rain fall in sheets onto the cobblestone streets. The street lamp flickered as the bulb inside the bar buzzed repeatedly.

The Herald's bar was quite an exquisite place to stay. The walls were lined with shelves of exotic spirits and a small jazz band played in the corner, their music filling the room with a soft, Sultry melody.

"Nice Night ain't it?" The Bartender asked Agatha, Cleaning the Whiskey Glasses left on the corner of the bar table.

Agatha Nodded warmly, Looking at the woman infront of her. She was a tall, elegant woman. With a shock of red and white hair with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

She handed Agatha A Menu full of Exotic Cocktails and Fancy-Looking Spirits. Agatha skimmed through the Menu and ultimately ordered a Bloody Rose Margarita and a shot of tequila.

The Bartender nodded and smiled as she placed down the glass and began to work on Agatha's Drink.

Just then, the bell from the bar chimed and the door opened. The Wealthy Businessman was soaking wet, standing inside the doorframe.

He sighed and closed the door, plopping down on the stool next to Agatha.

"Ey', Bartender! Give me A glass of Whiskey, Will ya?" His southern accent shouted as the bartender nodded.

He looked at Agatha and smiled, combing his hair with his fingers as it ran through the follicles of his Brown hair.

"Name's Humphrey, Sweetheart." He Grabbed Agatha's hand and kissed it.

She looked at him and eyed him down, focusing on the gold ring band on his finger.

"Agatha.." She said disgustingly.

The man retracted back his head and smirked smugly, skidding his stool closer to Agatha.

"So, You single?" He asked, Rubbing his Moustache.

"Yes. I am. Can't say the same for you." She rolled her eyes at the man.

"Oh please, The missus won't now. Besides, She's as old as a dinosaur." He laughed as the bartender placed down their orders.

Agatha eyed him down until her eyes gleamed and sparkled as she spotted the man's brown wallet sticking out of his pockets.

She had a small smile on her face as she noticed this and looked at the man.

She twirled her Blonde Curly hair and fixed her Black Lace Strapped dress, making on of the strap fall from her shoulder.

She sighed and placed her hand on the man's lap as it trailed up and up.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'll be going to the bathroom." She smiled, winking at the man.

Humphrey smiled, drinking his remaining whiskey from the glass and jumped off his seat onto the Carpeted wooden floor below.

They both rushed into the bathroom as the door bolted lock, making sure nobody saw them.

Even the bathroom was just as exquisite as the bar, with paintings hanging from the walls and a small chandelier in the ceiling.

Humphrey and Agatha began making out inside as Humphrey started taking off his Coat.

He Unbuckled his belt and laid eyes on Agatha, who was looking at him as well.

He slowly reached for Her dress and began stripping it down.

She smiled at him and grabbed his hand before it progressed any further down.

Humphrey looked at her, confused.

"Oh, Humphrey." She said, making him get turned on a bit. His eyes widened as he jittered a bit.

"You really are unfaithful to your wife, aren't you?"

Humphrey bit his lip to this response from her as he sighed.

"Listen, Either we talk about my damn old bitch of a wife or we hook up. You decide." He smugly smirked again, crossing his arms.

Agatha began to think and laughed slowly at him.

"Oh Humphrey, Humphrey." She Told him, Walking closer to him.

"I'm glad your wife won't miss you" She smiled and took out her Silenced pistol from behind her.

Humphrey jumped in a panic, backing up onto a wall.

"W-Wait! We can talk about this! I swear!" He panicked, Frantically throwing anything from his pockets.

"Take it! Take all of it!"

Keys.
Condom.
Credit Card.
Wallet.
Mints.

And that was all. Humphrey kneeled down infront of all the stuff and began to beg, Clasping his hands together.

"P-Please! I beg! I love my wife! I do! Please!" He pleaded as Agatha shook her head.

She smiled at him and took of her head of hair.

Hiding beneath was her Burgundry Frizzled hair with a streak of white in her bangs.

"But you said the missus won't know? We did try to hook up, right?" She asked innocently, tilting her head as she laughed.

"Well atleast the missus won't know until this." She glared at him and pulled the trigger.

Silence.

Pure silence.

Humphrey fell to the ground, a bullet hole through his forehead.

"And My Name is April, Not Agatha, Bitch." She spat out to him, crouching down and grabbing The wallet and card.

She stood back up and sighed, grabning Humphrey's body and dragging it onto the toilet as she dipped his head inside.

April smeared some of His blood onto her finger and Wrote 'Agatha Chivensley' on the mirrorr.

She then placed the gun in his hands and took off her gloves, placing it inside her purse.

She looked around the Bathroom before glaring at the Small bathroom window near the toilet.

She stepped onto Humphrey's body, Then the toilet and into the window where she fit into.

April then fell out the window, landing into a couple of green bushes below as she syood up quickly, brushing off the branches stuck to her dress.

She looked onto the Streets then the the small lively sign of the Bar and smiled.

Before Walking Away.