Joanna Beth Harvelle (renascence) wrote in taintedsprings_, @ 2011-01-16 06:27:00 |
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Another night, another dollar. Being a bartender at Caritas actually was turning out not to be bad at all. She'd met a few nice demons, taken out a few nasty ones after hours - hell she was still sporting a nasty gash along her temple from one of them that happened just last week - and she got to enjoy free drinks on her nights off. She hadn't gotten up to do karaoke, mainly because she knew that was how her boss read people. She didn't need him reading her... there'd been way too many things in her past that she'd rather keep damn quiet. And a few things in her present as well. It was just safer to keep things under wraps. Checking her wallet and the knives on either side of her waist, she made sure her gun was in the back of her jeans and nodded once as she pulled her jacket and zipped it up. Flipping the hoody up, she popped her neck and took a breath. It was chilly. Too chilly for her tastes really, but she'd been in worse. She'd been in plenty worse. And all she wanted to focus on right now was getting home. Of course, if she happened by some demon doing things he shouldn't, a good ass whooping wouldn't hurt either. |