Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

RE Demonizing an Angel reserved Her gaze was fixed upon the table surface, not even looking up as a man sat down from across her. Her nails tapping against the tabletop as if restless, A name? She mused, shifting her weight ever so slightly, only now lifting her gaze. A coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she met that black gaze, Names are so binding and petty. Lifting her glass she took another sip, leaving a faint smudge of red lipstick behind as she set it down once more. Mina looked him up and down, as if sizing up what she was dealing with. Running the tip of her nail against the table and she listened to his words as slowly a smirk curved at the edge of her lip, It's simple, really. She commented, meeting his gaze once more, There's bigger and better things waiting out there for me, and I'm going to take it for my own. Her tone had hardened a bit, almost having turned aggressive, her gaze darkening for a split second before she composed herself, As far as I am concerned, you have nothing to offer me that would make me want to stay. Mina! Her eyes turned from Damien at the sound of her name, looking towards the male who had approached, What is it, Ratri? Her tone was annoyed, looking towards the shaggy-haired guitar player, Uh... Just thought you should... He glanced towards Damien, shifting unconsciously closer to Mina in general unease and then starting his sentence over, Shiori wanted me to tell you that she stepped out back for a smoke, in case you need her for anything. ... I am perfectly capable doing things for myself, Ratri. I am a grown woman. Mina lifted a arched brow, waving her hand at him as if to shoo away a fly. A very tall and skinny fly. With reluctance, he shuffled off, though, he cast a worried glance back towards her. He didn't like Damien. Something about him seemed sinister. The way he looked at Mina from afar. He had noticed it as soon as she had stepped off stage, teasing the men the way she always did... but no man looked at Mina quite like Damien had. The only time he'd seen a look that predatory was when Mina herself was on the prowl. It left the guitarist unnerved, and he wandered over to the bar, settling beside Keiran, We need to get the hell out of here. He muttered, tapping his fingers against the bar, Two shots of whiskey. I don't care what kind. Keiran glanced towards Ratri, I like it here. He commented, Look around. He motioned, Drinks and beautiful women. What more could you want? A music career? We can't just settle down here. Seeing the same people every night? Boring. I bet you've picked out some girl you fancy, right? You've got your eyes set on one already, don't you? Everywhere we go, it's the same thing. You go find some poor girl who sparks your interest and then hop on the bus and run off as soon as you've had your fill. This is different. Keiran's gaze turned off towards the upper level where Silennia had gone. Keiran, seriously? Have you even looked at the club owner? That dude is freaky. Don't go hitting on his girls. Ratri tossed his glass back, downing the contents, ... and Mina isn't going to want to hang around for long anyways. As soon as he set down the first glass, he picked up the second, draining it as well, Mina always gets what Mina wants, remember? Ah, yes. Mina. Keiran frowned a bit, looking back over his shoulder towards where his half sister was seated with a man. Most likely the owner who Ratri had been rambling on about senselessly, I'm sure he's perfectly harmless. He commented in a joking manner to the dark haired guitarist, Besides, this place could offer steady work for you morons and good pay. It's not like we're going to stay forever. Just a few days. A week. A week? What? Are you crazy ? I'm telling you, we need to hit the road TONIGHT . Ratri glanced back over towards Mina, as if to make sure she was alright, Another ten minutes and we're back on stage. Then we can finish up and get out.