Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

RE Demonizing an Angel Silvana Areawin Jerry watched Silennia walk away, shaking his head. Not to long after, a member of the band appeared. He poured, and slid the two shots in front of the man. It wasn't his business to butt into conversations, although he listened to quite a good bit of them... and at this one, he only smirked before wiping out glasses and setting them in their proper spots. This is different, the stranger said. Jerry grinned to himself, facing away from both men and shaking his head just slightly. Silennia was often described as different, so there was no need to wonder why, exactly, he thought so. The young woman was sought after by many until she brutally turned them down to the point of embarassment. She had a father to take care of at home, and that was enough stress on her without having to deal with another man in her life. Damien's eyes flitted upwards, seeing Silennia trying to politely exit a conversation without being rude. One of her usual patrons was drunker than she'd ever seen before. The man in front of Mina smiled, adjusting his gaze so that it was back onto her instead. Another night, then? he offered. I'll double your overall pay. He gestured toward a few men who were starting to avert their gazes back to the stage, wondering when the band was to start playing again. Obviously you're appreciated here... There was a shattering sound, and immediately his head jerked upwards, seeing Silennia looking uncomfortable as she bent down to pick up a glass. Excuse me, was all Damien said, and in a moment he was up the few stairs and at the girl's side. The man at the table was becoming rude and swearing, calling her a clumsy slut, amongst other things. She had never recieved this sort of treatment from anyone in here. It was too upper-class. The manager instantly took care of it, kindly asking her to walk away from the scene and help someone else. She did as she was told. The man stood, reaching out for her, and Damien slammed him so hard against the table that it nearly broke beneath the force of it. His fingers were closed around the other's neck, leaning in close to his ear. This would be a good time to leave, don't you think? The words were hissed women in the booth exiting and scattering calmly. As soon as the situation was handled, and the man had left, the band was already back in session on stage. He sat down in the booth that the other man had exited, softly asking Silennia for a drink. All of her orders went to Jerry. The night was beginning to come to an end, and she was able to sit down. Korina had disappeared into the crowd, only showing her face once Silennia was able to rest once more. She was unusually quiet, and even shifted around uncomfortably from foot to foot. Ten minutes until close. People were starting to exit, and guards were moving around to begin herding people -- most of which who were still dancing -- toward the exit. The band and crew were always the last to leave, after closing. After some time, everyone had left besides them. Even Jerry had wrapped up his station and given Silennia a brief hug. Korina was outside, waiting next to one of the bouncers for Silennia to exit. The blackhaired woman was now wearing her jacket and scarf, having taken her hair down since everyone left. The relief from the pressure against her scalm was nice running her hands through it. It was standard procedure for the waitresses to stay until after even the band had left, although the bar was closed. It wasn't their job to clean up afterwards, but it was seen as polite. She sat in her previous bar stool, looking toward where the band was picking up their equipment... silently wondering where the stranger had gone. Although she'd politely given him her name, she hadn't recieved one back. Damien came down the stairs to stand in front of the smallish stage, placing both hands in his pockets. Have you thought about my offer?