The club was alive and thriving. The heavy thrum of music belted out an addictive beat, causing the mass of bodies on the dance floor to sway, twisting and turning in the flashing lights like demons dancing in the abyss.
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With dancing came drinking, with drinking came tips, and Eve was making one hell of a killing that night. That fact gave encouragement to her energetic mood and sharpened her wit, flirtation and comfort that only a bartender could give rolling off of her like second nature. This pleased the customers, which in turn lead them to tip heavily, and so the mutually beneficial circle went.
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One such customer seemed particularly intrigued, moving up to the bar for the sixth time in the span of less than an hour, his attention quite obviously locked upon the sable-haired tender as she moved behind the bar. A wicked little smirk rested on his lips as he stared at her, but all Eve needed to see was the look in his eyes to guess at what his ultimate intentions were.
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It was all she could do to not to laugh.
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Instead, Eve slid herself up to the bar across from him, fingers curling around the edge of the counter as she gave in to a forward lean, slate colored eyes playing over his face. Dark features, but blue eyes. Not bad, but nothing compared to what she already had. Regardless, a smirk of her own was born, flirtatious and devious as ever. ?What?ll you be having there, love??
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?Diamond Cutter, double, no chaser,? came his simple reply, though Eve, with her knack for placing accents, especially those akin to her own, could already tell that he was English born. A slender brow arched at the request but she didn?t question it and instead pushed herself away from the bar to complete the order. And the flair bartending began again.
She bumped hips with Blake, one of the other tenders, and started to exchange bottles with him, tossing them between each other in a perfectly timed act, eventually flipping them up and over their shoulders before they both poured in synchronized time. The bit got a cheer from the customers, even more so as Blake lit up his brew accordingly, resulting in a good amount of bills being slid over to the flashy tenders.
Eve delivered her drink with a sultry smile, gliding it across the counter to the dark featured man. ?There you go, love. Hope you know what you?re in for,? Eve stated, shooting him a playful wink to add some flare.
The man took the glass in one hand while the other slid her a few bills riding on top of a cocktail napkin. ?I hope you know, too,? he said with a small twitch of that smirk before pushing away from the bar, instantly becoming swallowed up by the wave of bodies swarming throughout the club.
Eve chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she moved past Blake to deposit the money accordingly and to toss the napkin in the trash. ?Well there, girl, aren?t you even going to look at it? Could be something nice in there, maybe even a good time, and you sure look like you could use it,? Blake said to her with a teasing grin.
?You know, you?re practically asking for me to kick your ass there, punk boy,? Eve shot back at him, giving him a playful shove as he moved to fill the order of some girl who, with the encouragement of more than a few drinks, had decided that she had fallen in love with the poor chap. She?d be buying a Bruised Heart by the end of the night, Eve mused to herself as she uncrumpled the napkin and looked to the scrawling, pausing mid-stride as she read the words, her heart caught in her throat.
The Messenger has come to claim the Sinner. But take heed, for he has been touched by God.
Her eyes narrowed as she re-read the words a second and then a third time, lips pursing in a silent scowl as she bunched up the napkin into her fist. The other hand went raking back through her hair, taking a handful at the back of her head and giving a quick squeeze, as if the sudden flash of pain would bring her some strange sort of comfort.
She tossed a look at Blake, who was too busy trying to convince the poor girl to find some other bloke to fawn over, and called over to him, ?Hey, punk boy. I?m taking ten.? Before he could say otherwise, Eve was already hoisting herself up and over the bar, moving off into the mass in search for a certain dark featured man with blue eyes, one of many seeking Sanctuary.
?
With dancing came drinking, with drinking came tips, and Eve was making one hell of a killing that night. That fact gave encouragement to her energetic mood and sharpened her wit, flirtation and comfort that only a bartender could give rolling off of her like second nature. This pleased the customers, which in turn lead them to tip heavily, and so the mutually beneficial circle went.
?
One such customer seemed particularly intrigued, moving up to the bar for the sixth time in the span of less than an hour, his attention quite obviously locked upon the sable-haired tender as she moved behind the bar. A wicked little smirk rested on his lips as he stared at her, but all Eve needed to see was the look in his eyes to guess at what his ultimate intentions were.
?
It was all she could do to not to laugh.
?
Instead, Eve slid herself up to the bar across from him, fingers curling around the edge of the counter as she gave in to a forward lean, slate colored eyes playing over his face. Dark features, but blue eyes. Not bad, but nothing compared to what she already had. Regardless, a smirk of her own was born, flirtatious and devious as ever. ?What?ll you be having there, love??
?
?Diamond Cutter, double, no chaser,? came his simple reply, though Eve, with her knack for placing accents, especially those akin to her own, could already tell that he was English born. A slender brow arched at the request but she didn?t question it and instead pushed herself away from the bar to complete the order. And the flair bartending began again.
She bumped hips with Blake, one of the other tenders, and started to exchange bottles with him, tossing them between each other in a perfectly timed act, eventually flipping them up and over their shoulders before they both poured in synchronized time. The bit got a cheer from the customers, even more so as Blake lit up his brew accordingly, resulting in a good amount of bills being slid over to the flashy tenders.
Eve delivered her drink with a sultry smile, gliding it across the counter to the dark featured man. ?There you go, love. Hope you know what you?re in for,? Eve stated, shooting him a playful wink to add some flare.
The man took the glass in one hand while the other slid her a few bills riding on top of a cocktail napkin. ?I hope you know, too,? he said with a small twitch of that smirk before pushing away from the bar, instantly becoming swallowed up by the wave of bodies swarming throughout the club.
Eve chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she moved past Blake to deposit the money accordingly and to toss the napkin in the trash. ?Well there, girl, aren?t you even going to look at it? Could be something nice in there, maybe even a good time, and you sure look like you could use it,? Blake said to her with a teasing grin.
?You know, you?re practically asking for me to kick your ass there, punk boy,? Eve shot back at him, giving him a playful shove as he moved to fill the order of some girl who, with the encouragement of more than a few drinks, had decided that she had fallen in love with the poor chap. She?d be buying a Bruised Heart by the end of the night, Eve mused to herself as she uncrumpled the napkin and looked to the scrawling, pausing mid-stride as she read the words, her heart caught in her throat.
The Messenger has come to claim the Sinner. But take heed, for he has been touched by God.
Her eyes narrowed as she re-read the words a second and then a third time, lips pursing in a silent scowl as she bunched up the napkin into her fist. The other hand went raking back through her hair, taking a handful at the back of her head and giving a quick squeeze, as if the sudden flash of pain would bring her some strange sort of comfort.
She tossed a look at Blake, who was too busy trying to convince the poor girl to find some other bloke to fawn over, and called over to him, ?Hey, punk boy. I?m taking ten.? Before he could say otherwise, Eve was already hoisting herself up and over the bar, moving off into the mass in search for a certain dark featured man with blue eyes, one of many seeking Sanctuary.