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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:31 pm
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"Willing zombies walk the streets
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"
Saorise ☥ O'Crom
She took the glass back from the girl, filling it up herself, all while contemplating. She couldn't read minds or anything, didn't know what this girl's deal was, but she could read lust. And right now there was a whole hella lot of lust going on. "If a partner for the night and rampant sex is all you are looking for, then I imagine it isn't particularly hard to find people. It is something I don't mind giving, either, once work is done, of course. And I can get behind some kink, but I still get the feeling there's more than a little darkness involved." She couldn't say she was particularly attracted to the girl, but it was part of her original job description. She could give someone a wonderful time without feeling any passion for the person, as long as she enjoyed the act it would all be good. Patrons were starting to trickle in now, what with it being a bit late, so she quickly downed the glass she poured for herself. "Pardon me. Got to tend to the other patrons." At least more employees would be coming in as well. She wasn't technically a bartender, so they would probably oust her from that position, but it would be fine. Being out among the people would give her a better chance to keep an eye on her new acquaintance. She just hoped that whoever was tending the bar could handle her.
The night was mostly uneventful, and she was just flirty enough to make some good tips. Some people may have thought it demeaning, how she nonchalantly let patrons feel her up, but frankly she liked it. It was an assurance that she was still who she was, still desirable even to people who did not know her. And if she hadn't had an engagement for tonight, she probably would have taken a few of them to the back for some extra tips. But that could come the next day, tonight she had already been promised for after work, and she got the feeling it was better that she went with the girl than someone else. She at least had some defenses if things started going haywire.
"Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
Funds: $45
Relationship: Single
Mood: Distrustful
Ooc: Sorry that took so long, school has been crazy.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 6:05 pm
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"Willing zombies walk the streets
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"
Saorise ☥ O'Crom
To her surprise, the girl seemed perfectly behaved with all of the clients. Maybe she had been wrong about the girl, but she wasn't quite ready to accept that yet. Soon she noticed that the girl was starting up a drinking contest. Saorise couldn't help but feel a little jealous, after all that was what she normally did to score free booze. And she always scored when she competed. As a crowd began to gather around the girl and one of their bigger patrons, she got summoned over to keep track of bets. This girl either had to be real stupid or she did not know Saorise very well. She was more tempted than anything to pocket some of the money, though she would wait until a little later when everyone was rapt in the competition before trying it. That was one nice thing about a large chest, she could hide tons of stuff, and wayward hands would probably get lost before they managed to pull anything out.
Saorise smirked, "think I'll bet too. Thirty dollars on the girl. And this bookie accepts more forms of currency than just money. You win, you've got me for an hour tonight. I win, tomorrow night you all owe me a drink." Even some of those who had not already bet rushed in on that one. Saorise had a bit of a reputation around the place, and there were plenty of men and women alike who wanted to see if the reputation was true. And really, what was a drink compared to an hour like that? "That's everything I earned tonight, girl. Better not let me down, ok?" Not that she thought she would lose it, and frankly it would be nice to get so much money back, even if she would then be sleeping with her benefactor. Wasn't like she hadn't done it plenty of times in the past. Even the bartenders and other staff in the building were getting interested, if nothing else it was a competition between a regular and the chick who had bought the super expensive alcohol and shared it with an employee. The staff wasn't picking favorites, but they were definitely interested to see where this was going.
"Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
Funds: $45
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 6:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 6:41 pm
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"Willing zombies walk the streets
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"
Saorise ☥ O'Crom
She watched with great interest as the competition continued. For a moment she thought she might be in for an upset, but the way the girl was talking, it really didn't seem to make sense. A girl with such a dark side, she wouldn't sound like a cute little damsel when drunk, so she had to be playing up the crowd. Once she was certain that things were going her way, and everyone's attention was on the match, she started pocketing some of the money. And of course by pocket she meant it started going into her bra and underclothes. Pockets were for people who wanted to be robbed. All said they made about fourteen hundred dollars, which was a hell of a lot, but then again the entire bar had been in on it, and very few people had bet on her. Of that money, she had pocketed about three hundred dollars. Even better, she managed to convince the bartender that the girl had stayed so long because of her, so the man was willing to give her free drinks as well. Plus some of the patrons were trying to ply her with libations so that she would be more amenable if they fibbed about their bet. Of course, being a mythological being with millennia of drinking experience meant that no matter how much they tried to ply her, all she got was a little warm and a belly that wasn't furious with her anymore. She would have been happier if one of them bought her dinner while they were at it, but she would take what she could get.
All it took was fifteen shots, which she had to remember was pretty decent by human standards, but she was pretty sure she had consumed at least that much during the competition, and fifteen more would have been needed for her to feel alright. Damn shame that she wouldn't get her free shots from the competition until tomorrow, but at least she would get something out of it multiple days in a row. A couple of his mates hauled him up and drug him off, probably to hail a cab and get him home. Before she could really celebrate her win, the girl was on her, pressing herself hard against her. To be fair, Saorise was well-aware of the fact that she looked and felt so alluring. She had heard so many men talking about how women had to be a certain size, whereas Saorise could stand perfectly straight and grab hold of her belly fat. Yet the men and women were drawn to her and loved pressing themselves into her warm soft body. "Well, you made $1,068 to be exact. That's one hell of a haul. Definitely enough that you could at least buy me dinner first. I really don't perform as well on an empty belly." Which was one hundred percent true for her. Plus, if this girl turned out to be not too freaky but still unpleasant, at least she would have gotten dinner out of it. And with how much this girl had just won, she had no problem whatsoever with eating until she was stuffed. Though if the girl's actions were any indication, there was a chance she might try to take her right in the middle of the room. While she enjoyed sex and felt no shame over it, even that was a little beyond her.
"Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
Funds: $401
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 6:45 pm
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