Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

Damien hadn't been paying attention to anything that was going on in his back office for a bit. He hadn't even noticed that the band was taking a break at first. He stretched out, looking through a bit of paperwork on his des. As the club gained popularity, he became more overwhelmed. It was, however, part of the job. It was what he signed up for several years back upon buying the place and immediately knowing what he was going to do with it. Pushing the chair back, he exited the room and came out to see a man being helped up. Mina and another member of the band were gone. It struck him as odd, until he heard the quiet chatter. He couldn't help but smile and wonder what exactly had happened... but that story would have to wait, as Mina and the other woman were coming back inside. The other went toward the restroom, leaving Mina rather alone, and so Damien walked over to her. The smell of alcohol was brutal against his senses, causing him to actually flinch away from her momentarily. His hand rested easily against the small of her back, watching the men around them tense visibly. He chuckled a low, dark sound. Perhaps we should sit you down somewhere, hm? he mused, leading her to a table. Someone has been enjoying themselves. A bit of a shame. Ah well. If you can't continue singing -- singing without falling or breaking anything, still able to hold my crowd's attention -- you'll just have to come back again tomorrow... or no double-pay. The game of cat and mouse was definitely on, and so far, he was the cat. Nothing both amused and excited him more. She was a challenge, but not in the way most men would think. He gestured to one of the girls to get him some water for the crimson-haired woman, remembering that her name was Sasha. The same one that had taken over a half hour break, forcing Silennia to work both upper and level areas almost completely on her own. He never did reprimand her for that... It would have to be done later, he decided as she brought a tall glass of ice water, setting it in front of where Mina sat. With a slight nod toward her, Sasha made her way around to a few other tables to get their drinks. We always have a backup DJ for these types of things, he continued. Completely unaware if she were actually listening or not. So if you want the rest of the night off, you can have it. Buuut of course, without the pay. He almost chuckled at himself. You can enjoy yourself here if that's the case. Without another word, he stood and disappeared into the doors nearest the bar. As long as she didn't upset his customers with terrible singing or dancing during her drunk stupor, everything would be fine. He had his ways of getting what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her to stay for a little while longer. Silennia was grateful for Keiran's quick reaction, only managing a small smile. Her skin buzzed with tiny shocks of electricity from where his fingers had been, glancing toward Korina with the slightest of pink touching her cheeks. I'm just going to go freshen up. She knew it was rude to walk away like that, but she became extremely self conscious of the bruises on her back. They hadn't been so noticeable before. There wasn't anything she could think of that could have made such marks not even being slammed against a wall could've created such an odd pattern. The bruises started on the inner edges of each shoulder blade, trailing down halfway to her waist. She slid into the bathroom, chose a large stall with a mirror, and stood to awkwardly turn her head in attempts to see them. Sure enough, they were there. Blackish and purple, with hints of blue and red. Much darker than they were earlier, and even earlier, she had put a bit of concealer on as best as she could. Her fingers reached back, allowing her fingertips to trace along the odd design. They weren't random markings scattered they had perfect symmetry. The first door to the bathroom slammed shut, causing her to jump and press the tip of her finger into the discoloration. The pain was so immense that it brought her to her knees, gasping out for air. Silennia?! Korina stood outside of the stall, attempting to open it with no luck. Silennia? Silennia are you okay? Unlock the door. Now. What's going on? A second or two later, Korina heard the click of the door unlatching. She flung it open, causing it to hit the wall and snap back in protest. Silennia was on both knees, still on the floor, with tears streaming down her face. Silennia never cries . Korina was kneeled down next to her friend, pulling black hair over one shoulder so that it wasn't touching the skin at all. We don't have to do this, you know, she said softly. Silennia shook her head furiously, reaching out and grasping for a bit of toilet paper to wipe her eyes or blow her nose with. There might be something seriously wrong-- No. With Korina's help, Silennia got back up to her feet. She wiped her eyes and adjusted a bit of her makeup as Korina began using concealer, deciding it was best to drape the scarf in a tasteful manner so that it would hide the markings. Sure enough, they were able to position it in a way that a good 90 of the bruises didn't show. A hefty amount of concealer took care of the rest. They were out and back to the table, Silennia's eyes still looking a bit puffy, but nothing serious as she switched her gaze back and forth two the other three people at the table. Ah, pleasantries, she said finally. Korina, this is Keiran. She motioned. Keiran, Korina. And..? Raoul, the other man offered. He was around 5'5 with short brown hair. It had been styled to make it look a bit curly. He wore grey slacks with a white button-up shirt, and his jacket had been taken at the door as well. A gold watch adorned his wrists. A bit of scruff lined his face, but in a rather attractive way framing his jawline up to well-groomed sideburns x . His eyes were a creamy shade or two lighter than his hair, and he looked completely at ease arm around the back of Korina's chair. A waitress came by, quickly glancing through her customers and making quick judgments. Her eyes lingered on Keiran for a few seconds before Silennia politely cleared her throat. Ah! What would everyone like to drink this evening? She listed off fancy wines and imported teas even coffees and sodas that were made in-restaurant. Silennia politely requested that they have time to decide if they even wanted appetizers or not. The place was fancy, but it wasn't fancy enough to give you tiny portions on a tiny plate that cost two kidneys and a foot. Silennia sat closer to Keiran than what was necessary, but something about him made her feel different. Safe and adventurous, as if he would allow her to tackle the entire world. It was a silly thought, and she brushed it off almost as soon as it came. I think we should order something before we all begin talking about ourselves, she mused. Korina looks like she's about to eat the table. It was true, though. Korina became moody when she was hungry, and it didn't help that she had hypoglycemia due to hyperinsulinemia -- where her pancreas produced too much insulin, causing her blood sugar to creep dangerously low. Silennia could tell by the look on her face that her sugars were dropping. The two girls decided to split a basket of garlic knots and fried mushrooms Silennia requesting in a rather polite way that the knots be brought out as soon as possible. Within the minute, there was a fresh heap of them between the four, and Silennia sat back to relax as Korina took one, ate it, then a second. Sapphire eyes moved around the table. Who wants to go first?