Bigmouth Strikes Again Who: Ariana and Fee What: Employee (Fee) meets [other] boss (Ariana) for the first time, and neither knew about the other! This will clearly go famously! :D Where: CASKET When: Monday, October 17th, 8-ish? 9-ish? (just before open!) Warnings: Strong, sassy females harboring death goddesses. :D
Fee was grateful to be at work. For the most part, things with her and Karin were copacetic again, and it was kind of a relief that she was developing some kind of Karin-flavored Thing with her crunchy hippie yoga instructor -- even if Fee was getting kind of a gay vibe off of him. Either way, obviously he was straight enough to knock the bottom out of Karin, so that was good enough for Fee. For her part, it was good to know that Karin was being looked after all the more often, especially since Fee was sleeping like utter shit lately.
She tried to keep the cuntiness this caused away from Karin, but everyone else paid the price. Her humor had gotten sharper and meaner, and her tolerance for bullshit had reached an all-time low. Fee was trying -- really trying -- to be good, but the strange dreams that had been haunting her had taken a dark and violent turn, and that didn't seem to be OK anymore, the way it had been in the past. Instead, Fee woke suddenly and wildly in the night, convinced she was covered in blood, to the point where she'd end up going to the bathroom to check the mirror. She'd dream of that night, waking up with someone above her, shoving into her, and then a bat spattered with blood and other bits in her hands.
And those were the better ones.
Still, she was managing to get maybe five or six hours of sleep a night. Maybe not uninterrupted, but it was better than nothing. And it didn't keep her from getting to work and doing her job, so that was a bonus -- though her art had taken a hit. The shit was starting to look more like Hieronymous Bosch than Betsey Johnson, but there wasn't much to be done about that. Maybe she should start approaching some gaming companies out here with this macabre shit.
Either way, she was at work, already setting up the bar, cutting up limes, when the door opened. Fee's brow furrowed, and a sharp frown took over her face.
"Hey blondie," she said, keeping the edge in her voice as understated as she could. "We're not open yet."