Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

RE Demonizing an Angel reserved Silennia did her job in a timely fashion, trying not to get too distracted by any one table in particular. She was specifically assigned to the upper-level guests although 'upper level' was just a fancy term for who was allowed to walk up an exact eight steps onto a higher floor, with a better view of the dancers and band. However that didn't stop her from covering someone as they went to take a break... which turned into twenty minutes out of the usual five or ten. Korina noticed how exhausted the young woman was, and so she offered to help. With a quick glance around, Silennia caught sight of her boss, peering down from the upper level at the lead singer of this new band. She shook her head without looking away from him. I can't afford to get into trouble for that. The ginger glared upwards, and as if sensing a pair of angry eyes on him, the manager peered down with glittering eyes. A twisted smirk darkened his features, and with a single step backwards, he was shrouded in darkness. Korina suddenly felt very uneasy. She turned around, coming face-first into a broad chest. Her green eyes didn't need to peer upwards to see who it was cooly stepping back and smoothing out her dress. Hello, Damien. Nice to see you here again, Korina, he replied. His eyes were dark - they always made Korina feel like he could look into her soul, like he was judging her for every sin she'd ever comitted. As if no amount of repenting could save her from him if he so desired it. It made her skin crawl. I see you're working Silennia down to her last breath. Her words were ice, finally meeting his gaze. She instantly looked away, nearly taking a step back. At the last second, she decided to shy away from him, but his long fingers caught her wrist gently into an iron hold. The other hand nested a single finger beneath her chin, effortlessly turning her head to look at him. He smiled. Goosebumps rose along Korina's skin. It suddenly felt much colder than before, especially for a place crowded with moving bodies. Ah. Damien. Is there something I can help you with, sir? Silennia had an empty glass in one hand the other on her hip, which was arched upwards slightly in a defensive mannar. Without looking at her, the man slowly pulled his hands away from Korina. His smile broadened as he turned toward the darker-haired girl. So glad you could cover Emily's shift, he remarked. You've been covering two sections. I'll go talk to... he thought for a moment before Silennia sighed and offered him the name Sasha. Yes! His hands clapped once, bending forward just slightly. I'll see to it that Sasha covers some time for you. Feel free to take a break. One more menacingly sweet smile toward the redhead and he was gone disappearing into the crowd as if he were never there to begin with. Instantly, both of the girls relaxed. Silennia pulled Korina toward the bar, plopping down rather ungracefully next to a man she'd never seen before. An everclear and O.J., Jerry, she sighed, then jerked her thumb toward Korina, who ordered a corkscrew. The bartender stared at both of them, incredilous. Absolutely not. He'll have both our heads. Silennia had placed her forehead against her arm on the counter, and she slowly raised her head and narrowed her eyes. I'll have both of your heads if you don't get me a drink. The words were almost a growl, not breaking eye contact and making him feel uncomfortable. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he silently went to making the two rather simple drinks persistently looking around with a guilty expression, no doubtedly for their boss. The sapphire-eyed girl sighed with relief as another song stopped and the band took a short rest, giving her time to place her head against the coolness of the counter in efforts to soothe away her headache. She felt the slight vibration of the bartender putting her drink in front of her, and without even a glimpse at it, she tossed it back and slid the glass toward him. It burned all the way down, but it gave her something else to think about besides the ache in her feet and the fact that her eyelids could barely stay open. This was her fourth double-shift in the past week, but turning one down could be the end of a job. Only when the burn began to subside did she tilt her head toward the stranger adjusting so that her cheek still rested against the counter, but her eyes still faced him. You're new here. It was a simple statement, and one she hadn't meant to make. The everclear always did hit her rather fast, but that's what she wanted. We don't get many new ones here. She felt Korina's hand rest against her shoulder fingers digging in slightly as a warning that Korina didn't approve of said stranger. Silennia didn't care. When we do, they're scared off by the big bad wolf before they can get a second drink down. She wasn't sure why there never seemed to be any new men in the place... and she didn't ask. New women, yes all of the time. It was rare that she saw a woman's face more than twice before they were gone. By now, she knew almost every man by name, what drink they preferred, and even the kind of women they adorned on each arm. So why are you here?