The doorman's leather glove guides my way as I enter the building. I hand him a five dollar bill as I walk towards the hotel's bar, the heavy scent of perfume and cigarettes flows past me, staining my jacket. My eyes set on a blonde, mid twenties. Her eyes are filled with my reflection, her smile widens as I draw near.
"Is this seat taken, Miss?" I say, gesturing to the seat beside her. She shakes her head, and I sit beside her. "Vodka, please. On the rocks, and a round for my female friend here."
"Oh, please, no thank you. I'm trying to ease off the juice, you know?" she says as she waves her hand to the bartender. "How about a glass of water?"
"Come here often, Miss....?"
"Miss Daniels. Eva Daniels. And you are..?"
"John. John Doe, actually."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Sadly, no. My father had a...bit of an odd sense of humor." In truth, my name was Viktor Solomon. But she didn't need to know that.
"I'm sorry. What brings you here tonight, hm?" Her perfume fills my nostrils. I've s