Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

RE Demonizing an Angel reserved Perfect crimson laced nails anxiously dug into the skin of her palm as the woman paced back and forth on stage, her heels clicking against the floor, but the sound went unheard over the busy room. Twirling a strand of striking red hair around her forefinger, she bit the edge of her lip ever so slightly. She was stunning. Dressed from head to toe in deep scarlet satin that hugged her curves, as she swayed on six-inch heels. Pausing as she came to stand right in front of the microphone, slender fingers wrapping around it as the sound check was completed and her cue came, Good evening, boys. She purred, a few glancing towards her at the sound her voice, but it was only a minor interest. A minor interest? In her? Irritation flickered deep within her gut, but she swallowed such a feeling back, glancing over her shoulder towards the other members of her band. Standing a little ways behind her towards her left, the guitarist smiled, offering her a thumbs up in encouragement. Not that she needed encouragement. Mina Crisimion was going to be a star someday and these idiots didn't even have the attention span to look her way. Oh? She lifted a brow, Am I boooooooring you? Her hips swayed slightly as a grin lit her face, Then I had better change that, hmmm? Her voice was sultry as she spoke, and in response, a few more pair of eyes glanced her way with a slightly peaked interest as the music started. She's hot . The bartender whistled lowly, Sheesh, check out those legs. He laughed a little, spinning a small glass between his fingertips before smacking it down against the bar, pouring a shot for a well-dressed man who had only sat down a short moment ago. Letting loose a laugh that held little amusement, the stranger tilted his head a bit, amber-gold hues shifting towards the stage, Better watch yourself with that one. He commented, looking back to the bartender, A girl like that could be the death of you. Having picked up the shotglass, he tipped his head back, downing it without so much as a grimace. Returning the glass to where it had been sitting. Oh? The bartender's laugh was husky and good-natured, the sort of laugh that belonged to a long-term smoker, Then I had better stick to the ones I know won't bite, eh? He teased slightly, tossing a empty bottle into the trash and turning his back to the man who he made casual conversation with, Will you be needing anything else? Keiran was hardly listening to the man's words. His attention more focused on the occasional provocatively dressed woman who shuffled by in a hurry. Eying them in a predatory manner that went unnoticed by most of the girls, though, one or two did catch his stare, only to flush several shades darker and then quickly avert their gazes... Boring little things, they were... Or so he had begun to assume... until he saw her. She instantly drew his gaze, those amber eyes following her every step, dressed in a little black dress with silver swan earrings and heels that finished the look... only to dart out of his sight and back into the crowd, Who is that girl? He had asked the question without expecting a answer, but the bartender smiled a bit, having seen the look that had flickered across Keiran's face, That, my good friend, is Silennia. She's one of the regulars who work here. You don't come here often, do you? No... I don't suppose I do.