WITTY BANTER

WITTY BANTER

A stunningly attired young woman glided majestically into the exclusive bar and settled into a reserved table. A handsome young man, already seated, awaited her arrival.

"Miss me?" she asked, her voice husky.

"A little," Drake admitted, looking up from his phone screen to gaze at her with an air of nonchalance.

"What have you been up to?" he asked lazily, his eyes roaming over her slender figure, taking in the elegance of her outfit.

"Oh, just the usual," Millicent replied with a dismissive wave of her perfectly manicured fingers. "It's been... fulfilling."

Drake's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "Sarcastic criticism and tormenting others, I presume? You truly are a force to be reckoned with, Millicent."

A fleeting glint of coldness flashed in Millicent's eyes, but it vanished as she noticed the approaching waitress.

"What can I get for you, sir and madam?" the waitress asked, her tone courteous.

"A glass of strong wine, please," Drake replied.

"The Triple Threat: a mojito-martini-margarita fusion," Millicent ordered, her smile radiant.

"Yes, ma'am," the waitress responded, jotting down their orders.

As the waitress walked away, Drake leaned in, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Still spreading joy and sunshine, I presume? Whose life did you ruin today?"

Millicent shot him a fleeting, narrowed glance, her eyes glinting with mischief "None yet," she replied coyly, a sly smile spreading across her face "Would you like to pick out my first victim?"

Just then, the waitress reappeared with their drinks. "She will do," Millicent whispered, her gaze lingering on the approaching waitress.

"Your Triple Threat, ma'am, and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon for you, sir." As the waitress placed each glass on the table, Millicent subtly pushed her leg, causing the waitress to lose balance and fall with a thud, splashing the drink on Millicent's expensive dress.

"You wretched being! How dare you?!" Millicent exclaimed, her voice dripping with indignation.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the waitress apologized, scrambling to her feet.

"You've soiled my designer dress!" Millicent snapped, her anger escalating.

"Get away, you fool!" she shouted, dismissing the waitress.

The waitress hastily retreated, and Millicent smiled knowingly at Drake.

She poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip, her face contorting in disgust.

"Where's that incompetent waitress? I want her here this instant!" Millicent yelled, her voice echoing through the club.

The waitress rushed back to the table, trembling. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Do you want to poison me? Why did you serve me acid instead of wine? Don't I pay enough in this club? My membership fees alone exceed most people's annual salary. Why treat me with such contempt?" Millicent demanded.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I only served what you ordered," the waitress replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Did I order poison? Is that what you're implying?" Millicent's voice rose.

The manager rushed over, drawn by the commotion. "I'm deeply sorry, ma'am," he apologized profusely. "Please, overlook her mistake. We'll make it up to you."

Eager to placate his valued customer, he asked cautiously, "What else can we serve you? On the house, of course?"

Millicent's response was curt and icy. "Same drink as before."

"Okay, ma'am. You," he turned to the tearful waitress, "follow me to my office."

The drink was swiftly served, and they were left alone.

"A poison cocktail would suit your cold heart better," Drake said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

" Says a heartless one," Millicent retorted, her smile sweetly venomous. "Would you like to taste it?"

"Are you always so cruel?" Drake asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm not cruel at all," Millicent replied, her expression innocent.

"Really? Says the person who just ruined someone's day in seconds. I admire your moral flexibility," Drake said, his smile sardonic.

Millicent's eyes flashed. "How dare you insinuate I have no conscience!"

"I admire it," Drake repeated, his tone unwavering.

Enraged, Millicent splashed her drink in his face. "Serves you right!"

Drake's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "How dare you!"

Milicent's gaze never wavered. "I'm fascinated by your audacity" She replied, her tone icy. "You shouldn't speak to me like that."

Drake wiped his face, his expression resigned. "This proves my point. You lack empathy."

Millicent chuckled. "You called me an ambassador of cruelty, didn't you? I just wanted to demonstrate. You're not very perceptive."

" Says a shameless one," Drake countered.

Millicent's smile faded. "You're boring me."

"Because there's no one to bully?" Drake shot back.

"Goodbye, friendly enemy. Until next time," Millicent said, rising from her seat.

"I'll be waiting," Drake replied, his eyes locked on hers.