Post by RAINE EMILIA DARRISON on Jan 13, 2010 16:11:06 GMT -5
i want your horror, i want your design, you're a criminal as long as you're mine.
raine darrison, the brunette who stood boredly behind the bar, ran a slightly damp rag over the smooth surface of the bar. her avalanche of brunette curls were pinned up in a bun - a quite messy bun at that. despite the fact that she had to clean up after many customers, she was always completely earnest when she said she loved working at the bar. sure, she got hit on a lot and she learned to never bend over in front of her customers but this.. this felt natural to her. yes, the cleaning part was awful and sometimes the customers were a little bit too rowdy but raine didn't seem to mind one bit. it was even better when some of her close friends came to visit her at work, and she'd usually present them with a round of free drinks. it was the least she could do, after all.
of course, there has been times where some of the customers - the new, stranger ones - would try to make suggestive gestures at her. obscene gestures. sometimes working at a bar could be a bit.. scary, seeing as she was constantly surrounded by drunks, especially on the weekends. and even more so at night time. still, she needed the money seeing as she wasn't as wealthy as some of the other people around manhattan. it was even better when her 'regulars' gave her tips, which was always a plus.
though, now, in the daytime the bar was less crowded and much more quieter. only a few customers sat on the bar stools, aimlessly sipping at their drinks, their eyes glassy. other than that, the bar was.. oddly peaceful. just wait till friday comes around, she thought, frowning at the very idea of it. it would be packed on friday night but with more people came more tips and how could she turn that down? with a tremulous sigh, raine stopped her cleaning and placed the damp rag on a shelf located at the base of the mahogany bar. goodness, one days like these - she was so awfully bored. sure, she could always call connor or bee but.. eh. raine didn't really feel like bothering them. just then, a cool gust of air bit her skin as the doors swung open, and a shaft of sunlight poured in for only a split second before the doors closed again. raine glanced up at the newcomer, pale blue eyes appraising him for a moment before she spoke up politely. "hey there, did you want a drink?"
notes// my posts will get better, i swear.
music// vegas skies - the cab
lyrics// bad romance - lady gaga ( blame tisse xD )
outfit// minus the shoes
