I haven't had a contract in a while, not since I was first given the one to kill Abby and her dad. I never expected to be given another one, so I pretty much tried to live a normal life. I still train; of course, it keeps me alert, in case I ever get attacked by some nutcase. There are quite a few of them where I work, so it's quite useful. I'm a bartender at a local bar, so a lot of the time I have to deal with crazy, grumpy old drunks. The guys who come into the bar don't even know how to fight properly, it's pretty sad. I think my boss; Mr. Hendrix finds it amusing that I could beat any guy that walks into the bar in a fight.
I got out of bed slowly, and went to have a shower. After my shower, I ate then did some training for about 2 hours. At 1 o'clock, I went out to do some shopping. I'd been needing yogurt and a bag of frozen fruit for smoothies for a week, as well as a few other things. When I got back from shopping, I went for a swim in the outdoor pool in my back yard. When I came back into the house after my swim, I heard a knock at the door; I quickly slipped into a t-shirt and sweats and walked over to the door. My senses were on alert, since nobody usually visits me. I opened the door, and I relaxed a little, it was just the mail main, but I was confused, usually he just slips the mail through the slot and leaves.
"Hello." He said, smiling.
"Hello." I replied, smiling back.
"I was asked to personally deliver this to you, for your eyes only." He said, giving me an expensive looking envelope with my name on it in fancy handwriting.
"Who's it from?" I asked, curious.
"Not sure," He replied "Didn't give me a name."
"Okay," I replied "Thanks."
"Have a nice day!" He called as he walked away.
"You too," I replied, smiling.
I closed the door and walked over to the kitchen to open the envelope. It looked extremely fancy. I didn't really know anyone in this town, let alone anyone rich. Inside was what looked like an invitation of some sort, it said:
"You are cordially invited to Lord Harkon's New Year's Eve party at the Harkon Manor.
Located at 12 Henrietta St.
Please RSVP by Saturday, November 24th 2012."
"Interesting," I thought "Might as well go, no harm in not. Plus staying here all the time is kind of a drag"
"Looks like I'm going to a party." I said aloud.