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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
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Lets get this starteeeed [attr="class","jartoxpost"]
"Is that all you'd like~"[break]
"Am I allowed to take you?~"[break]
"A-Ah.. That's a bit too much, don't you think..? Hehe.. I'm flattered~"[break][break]
Someone kill her. [break][break]
The stutters, the smiles-- She was just about finished with this nonsense. The smile stretched across the pearl peach lips on hers was stretched, but of course none of these idiots could spare a moment to look at it. Don't think that she didn't notice their eyes, falling down to trace and judge and dissect what a piece of her would be like. Oh, she knew these gazes all too well. If you were to do this to her back in the past, she would have felt violated. She would have felt like you were contaminating her, and she would have felt repulsed. Yet here she was, a flush raised on her cheeks to give them that rosy warmth while bringing a hand to gently cup her face, imitating a fuzzy, heartwarming reaction. She was complimented, like she were some girl who just had this job and had some self esteem issues. [break][break]
Gag, she was just about disgusting herself. But that's what the numbers told her, y'know? That a guy liked a submissive, insecure asian girl. Whatever standards they had for these girls was so screwed, she would have snickered at the thought of entertaining the theory. But surprise surprise, here she is using said stereotype to get food on her plate. God, kill her now before she attempted of her own accord. From the twenty seven years she's been alive, this had to be the most repulsive thing she's had to do. Hence the moment the young woman's back turned to the group of men at the table, a subtle scowl could be seen off the dip of the corner of her lip. But alas, as soon as that surfaced, she immediately repressed the expression of distaste. [break][break]
Only a bit more, she told herself. A bit more. Put up with this bull so that she didn't have to worry about it anymore. Another plastic smile - sweet as sugar - came to her face as she made her way up to the bar to drop off the order. Specifically, the drinks that were ordered by the group. Bright, amber eyes catch note of a man not too older than her sitting idly. Though she knew him - his existence, through the courtesy of rumours - he seemed less than engaged when he was off his job. Another glance and she found that the other co-workers had their hands a bit full, thus she took it upon herself to slowly approach the dark-haired man. Small smile on her face, slight hesitation in her voice and passively raising her hand while subtly trying to hide behind the serving tray itself already made her feel nauseous. [break][break]
"Excuse me..? I-I.. Know you're probably on your break right now, but everyone else seems to be busy and.. Uhm.. It's a drink for those people, and they seem really impatient so--" No they didn't. She just wanted them to get their order so they got the hell out already. It wasn't that she wasn't used to the comments or the cat calling - she wasn't used to acting so overly sensitive to everything. It made her feel like a fool all over again. [break][break]
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Revolutionist
call me N/A
He/Him
29 YEARS OLD
November
8
Scorpio
Detroit, Michigan
Heterosexual
Armament Worker, Bartender
TAG WITH @apollo
APOLLO REIHNQUIST
I be like, 'Hold up, wait a minute, girl'~...
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Let's get to know each other better~. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]A sigh escaped throughout the airs within the room; mingling softly within the subtle stenches and hints of smoke and alcohol within the general vicinity of the given establishment as crimson voids belonging to a given host shifted to scan the clearing within a degree of both boredom and idle curiosity alike; briefly, yet keenly focusing upon most surrounding the bounds of the bartop’s outer perimeter - as well as the outer borders of the room within its entirety - while subtly yet surely taking in the features of those nearby into account. Mannerisms, appearances… The whole works. Whatever was available for display upon one’s general form and demeanor all the same - regardless of whether or not the aforementioned factors had been as clear as the stars within a starlit sky distant from civilization, or as hidden as a needle within a haystack - he took care to peer and search for before swiftly and accordingly taking such details into account. All the while, he took care to lean rather lazily and comfortably upon the portion of the counter that he had become situated with since the beginning of his shift; taking due and appropriate pauses as necessary in order to interact with the other tenders on shift, as well as to fulfill the drink requests of those that he had been obligated with serving since the moment that they had taken their seats before him. By the time that he caught several moments of freedom to himself, he took a final, extensive glance upon several more customers within a farther corner of the club prior to inhaling deeply and exhaling outwards within another, softer sigh; murmuring a low, foreign tongued murmur of distaste under his breath.
’...Busy as ever… Not that I’m shocked, but Hell if I wouldn’t kill for an easy night for once…’ he thought to himself; clicking his tongue as he gave the customers in front of him another, sparing look prior to shaking his head and shifting upon his heels in favor of turning around. A hand of his lifted faintly; its according fingers tangling and brushing throughout his hair for several moments as he scanned the arrangement of alcoholic beverages located within the shelves and racks. His eyes trailed upon the various labels displayed before him in order to idly take a brief, personalized inventory of the drinks that they still had in stock. Soon enough, however, he quirked his lip before tilting his head downwards; focusing his attention upon a small number of other glasses before pulling the towelette that had long since been secured upon his shoulder into his grasp with one hand, while using the remaining to lift one of the aforementioned containments. ’Extra pay’s always great, and all, but goddamn… It’s like they always need all hands on deck…’
Dwindling within his thoughts for a small while longer, he merely remained silent and within his own mind; eventually setting the glass down, and turning around in order to peer around once more as he swiped another into his palm for sake of replacing it and repeating the process. His eyes hovered among the masses yet again, though had been swift to focus upon another individual that time around; settling upon the form of one of the newer employees, from what he had heard from the general coworker gossip.
...Because gossip was still a thing even when you grew up.
It never did stop once you left school.
Sadly.
Although it had been faint, he walked closer towards another edge of the inner bar sanctum; admittedly attempted to eavesdrop upon her and the customers that she had been obligated to serve. Needless to say, he found her...appealing. Body wise, she was definitely his type. But that demeanor? ...He almost felt sorry for her. To some extent, he found it within his personal experience that those of her nature were often fun to play and mingle with, yet with these sort of patrons? Lots of people were a bit of a sleeze. He knew that for a fact. Takes one to know one. People with her sort of personality often had small track records of comfort when it came to dealing with the common patrons of the club, but hey- people do what they have to do to earn a living.
His eyes lingered upon her for an extensive while more, and had been about to avert towards the next nearest person until he took note of the fact that she seemed to be approaching him, instead. Figures, though. What with the place being near to slammed at the moment. ...Last time he checked, the other bartenders had their own hands full, and he didn’t even have to look their way to know that it was still the case. So, he merely kept his gaze upon her as she walked closer; taking her initial words into account as he gave her a pensive look.
...Then the unreadable expression had been broken by a subtly amused smirk upon his lips. ”...Yeah. I know. They want their drinks. I gotcha~.” He quirked his lip gently as he peered her way; giving her a rather swift, yet shameless once-over prior to sighing and gazing past her in favor of gaining a glimpse of the table that she had ventured from. ”Just lemme know what they want, and all~. Break or not, I’m still on shift, so I may as well play my part~.”
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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
[nospaces] [attr="class","jartox"] [attr="class","jartoxpic"] [attr="class","jartoxlyr"]
Lets get this starteeeed [attr="class","jartoxpost"]
Oh thank god.[break][break]
Thank god that she didn't have to worry about having to stay near those people way too much longer. Thank god she didn't have to deal with them after they get their drink. Give them what they ordered, let them drink themselves silly, and then have someone or something escort them out for the night. Despite not being one to be against sleazes and the occasional hookups - because lets face it, she goads that behaviour - she certainly hated dealing with people in a polite manner. Especially when she had to keep a front up like this. Especially when said front has turned into the persona that all your coworkers see. What, with how rumours spread and whispers reach ears. It wasn't long until she was known as that pure and innocent hostess, who was just trying to make money for some sort of living. Hell, she's gotten that same question time and time again. 'Why do you work her?' or 'You don't seem like the type of girl to be doing this', or the classic 'I wasn't expecting such a cute server'. Something along those lines. [break][break]
Her usual response would be to blush, pull her hands back and slowly press her legs together in that embarrassment. Lower her head to break eye contact and look at the ground, and avoid the eyes that fondly looked upon her. It wasn't long until she found that this would be the most effective tactic; because it attracted both the protective and the predators. It attracted the men who felt like they needed to form a connection with something, someone, or have control. With large amber eyes and sleek black hair tied back into a braid, she remained modest and relatively passive for the most part. It wasn't a hard job, no. It wasn't a difficult one for her to do. She was just agonizing over it. [break][break]
The man before her casually stands up to begin prepping the utensils, all while Sabrina appears to slowly drift off and bring herself back from the clouds she feigned. According to the other workers, she was a good girl. A good girl who often had her head in the clouds, but she was honest and hard working. The latter was true, but she so direly wanted to prove the former with a passion. "O-Oh..! Uhm.. They said that they'd like a Bloody Mary, Vesper Martini and.. A Screwdriver." Normally, it would be effortless for her to read off the note. But here, she had kept the note close to her while avoiding eye contact from the man behind the bar. For a brief moment, she glances up towards him, catching his eyes shamelessly taking a look at her up and down. Though it wasn't as though she weren't used to it, the kept her hands closer to her body while nearly pulling back away from him. The rose on her cheeks got gradually more red, all as she attempted to hide her face behind the paper note. "I'm.. Sorry for interrupting you. Thank you~"[break][break]
But see, she says that. She says that, then internally she nearly wants to wipe that smug look off his face. [break][break]
Instead, she's left trying to look shy and lowkey uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, flushed, freaked out. Whatever other synonyms you can come up with. "Erm.. C-Could you please not look at me like that..? I-It's a little embarrassing.."
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Revolutionist
call me N/A
He/Him
29 YEARS OLD
November
8
Scorpio
Detroit, Michigan
Heterosexual
Armament Worker, Bartender
TAG WITH @apollo
APOLLO REIHNQUIST
I be like, 'Hold up, wait a minute, girl'~...
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Let's get to know each other better~. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]”...Yo. Cut the polite crap, alright~?” Or at least try to?” he spoke back with a snicker; narrowing his eyes and quirking a brow at her. ”’Sure the manager appreciates ya treatin’ the patrons with all that jazz, but you’re gonna have to step it up if you wanna at least be comfortable with the job at some point~. ...Politeness is one thing, but it’s also gonna be your downfall when all these dudes try getting all up in that, sweetheart~.” With those final words, he tossed the glass that he held prior within the air; giving it several flips within the air, catching it, and then repeating the gesture several more times while processing the drinks listed for him. The smirk that he wore broadened as he nodded, and just for sake of reaffirming himself, he tapped his free hand upon the counter. ”...Also, do me a solid and set the order note right there for me~,” he went on. ”I heard what you said loud and clear, but I just wanna be able to glance back every so often to make sure I’m not screwing up and making the wrong drink partway through~.”
Soon following that most recent remark, he swiped a hand of his upwards; catching the glass within a brisk and swift manner once more before finally securing it upon the countertop, and soon accompanying it with two more glasses after taking them from the shelves. He turned around briefly soon afterwards; swiftly grasping the necessary tools and ingredients needed, and starting with the Screwdriver by sole virtue of it being the simplest. After slipping some ice into its interior, he reached over to take a bottle of vodka; popping it open and pouring a small degree of its contents out while simultaneously taking some orange juice and soda from a nearby compartment. By the time that he was done with the vodka, he set it aside before beginning to open the remaining two bottles; glancing up at her all the while with that continuous smirk of his. ”...If I wasn’t as much of a sleaze as I am, I’d respectfully follow through with the request, darlin’~. But I’ll be real- I’m a man, and if I like what I see, I’ll look at it~.” He poured the liquids into the glass before giving it a quick stir, and went to begin the other drinks as he picked a variety of other bottles from the shelves behind him. ”If it makes ya uncomfortable, I’m sorry~. ...Take it as a compliment, though. You look fine, and honestly, you’re gonna have to get used to all the looks if you wanna get into the job search again~.”
He finished up the martini in a short amount of time, and by time he began to start on the Bloody Mary, he peered up towards from the corner of his eye once more. ”...That being said, though~... Why snag the job here, then, eh~?” he asked. ”There’s a lot more guys with less than…appropriate intentions here, ‘specially at night. Why not work at a normal restaurant, or a diner, or something~?”
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played by
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POSTS
48
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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
[nospaces] [attr="class","jartox"] [attr="class","jartoxpic"] [attr="class","jartoxlyr"]
well look at them getting along
[attr="class","jartoxpost"]
Oh?[break]
Oh?[break][break]
Well, now this was a new one. For a moment, she nearly thought he was telling her these out of irritation. She almost thought that he was getting fed up with the entire polite act, or even then she thought ht was going to look and act irritated. That was usually the reaction she got from a few female coworkers in the back, especially behind closed doors. There probably isn't a time where she doesn't recall saying girls were kind, genuine and honest. In fact, that was probably the biggest lie she'll ever tell herself; and she likes to think she's a pretty skilled fibber. But she digressed. If anything, this man here looked more concerned about her if anything. Though vulgar and outwardly sly, she could tell that he held some good intentions, in there. Possibly. A nagging sense of skepticism screamed muffled doubts in the back of her mind-- doubts that she didn't push completely to the back. [break][break]
Just before she could respond, Sabrina finds herself falling behind (arguably purposely) and quietly scrambling to get a better hold on the note. This was a grown woman, fiddling around with the note and being clumsy about it. Needless to say, it didn't fit her age. "O-Of course..!" She stutters out, only lowering the note in front of him and sliding it against the countertop towards him just a bit later afterwords. Golden eyes stare at him through the cat-slit lens, carefully tracing his movements while lowering the tray down on top of the counter. Her hands slowly lower themselves on her lap, fingers gently twiddling around in an act of nervousness. In this situation, the man was trying to.. Possibly look out for her? Possibly. She couldn't tell if he was acting out of obligation between coworkers, or if he were just genuinely curious. It could have been a mix of both, as well. [break][break]
Either way, she still wants to wipe that smug smirk off his face. [break][break]
But alas, she wasn't in the position to. Rather, she begins to lower her gaze towards the ground. Her shoulders raise while her hands begin to fidget together a bit more, eventually taking a lock of her hair and fiddling with it between her fingers. "I.. Thank you..? I was a little nervous.. I thought people were staring at me because they thought I was odd.. Or.. I had something on me..? Maybe I looked weird..?" Then there was that quiet display of insecurity. In truth, part of her was selfish and wanted more praise. Give her more praise, dammit. She knew that she looked nice, and she knew why people looked at her with the eyes they had. She knew fully well, and hell she'll strut down and through the tables with that confidence on any other occasion. The only issue was that this wasn't every other occasion. [break][break]
Her lips purse again into silence. She wanted to say something snarky; so bad. It had been a number of shifts since she's started working here, and she never thought that it would be this difficult to keep her temper in check. Hell, she thought this was going to be a piece of cake. She didn't sign up for whatever the hell this was. Upon hearing him speak again, her eyes light up a tad to attentively listen in. While processing that question, she slowly raises her gaze back up to him through the cracks in the bangs of her hair. "Well.. I.. I don't mean to sound greedy.. But the pay was very good. It makes me a little uncomfortable but.. It's a job that can help support me~" Which wasn't a total lie. It gave her connections for later "services" in the night. It gave her money for meeting and connecting with people, because lets face it; she'll never give some random guy her personal phone number. It was way more effective here, than it was to meet someone off the streets. You're risking less, and gaining more. [break][break]
She lets that answer linger in the air a bit before quietly clearing her throat. "And.. Yourself..? I-If you don't mind me asking, that is..!"
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29 YEARS OLD
November
8
Scorpio
Detroit, Michigan
Heterosexual
Armament Worker, Bartender
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I be like, 'Hold up, wait a minute, girl'~...
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Let's get to know each other better~. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]For several moments, the man remained silent while continuing on with his work; allowing his hands to continuously shift and move about as was necessary despite his focused gaze for sake of productivity, yet maintaining a sense of experienced carefulness that he had procured throughout the past few years of being involved within this particular career. ”...Ya say that, and you could actually be telling the truth, for all I know,” he started off, ”but I honestly find that kinda hard to believe, there~.” With those words, he narrowed his eyes her way while broadening his smile a faint degree; a touch of amusement caught within his expression all the while. ”The attitude’s adorable, honestly. Not gonna lie~. ...But if my guess is right and you’re not that much younger than I am, then it’s pretty unfitting~. ...Everything before the supporting point, at least, since that’s reasonable~.” He gave her a quick yet subtle wink while reaching across the counter following the completion of the last drink; gingerly yet swiftly setting them atop the tray that she had brought with her.
”You’re either socially inept, or you’re playing all these guys for fools~. Won’t say which one I think it is, but I’ll just put that out there to begin with~.”
He snickered softly while lounging back; staring at the glasses before clicking his tongue and humming to himself as if he seemed just the slightest bit unsatisfied with the finished product. Hence, he glanced beneath the counter and reached outwards; taking hold a couple more garnishing ingredients and taking care to place them upon the according and appropriate drinks as was necessary in order to bring them further up to his apparent standards. ”If ya want my own reasons for taking up this job, though…? It’s partially the same as what you just said, and partially ‘cause this is actually what I like to do in general~.” He peered atop the glasses for a small while more before nodding and giving a subtle murmur in Korean - despite his outward appearances - and setting the items that he had grabbed aside once more. ”Life decided that my destiny didn’t involve finishing school, but mixology was always something in my interests~. I took it up as a double major with art, moved here from Seoul to study abroad, and then ended up dropping outta the program. Either way, I took up bartending as a job to stabilize myself and to be able to grab a place for my own, lost my first job when the respective bar closed down, aaaand then found myself here~. ...And that’s more or less about it, as far as why I do what I do~.”
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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
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Oh she sees you [attr="class","jartoxpost"]
She cringed. [break]
Not externally, mind you. [break]
But this guy was sharp enough to make her cringe. [break][break]
Perhaps she didn't give the guy enough credit. Perhaps she took his slyness for granted, mistaking it and associating it with ignorance. She was possibly the one messing up, here, with the miscalculations. Flattering as it was to be called cute, part of her nearly groaned in disgust. Did guys seriously think that this sort of act was cute? Please, it practically begged for people to pick on them. It practically put themselves on display, asking for another to loom over with dominance without a fighting chance. She wasn't wrong, and she knew that she wasn't wrong. Nevertheless, she offers a damned, oscar award-winning act with the meek smile while gently rubbing her cheek with the tip of her finger. "Aha.. Well.. I've never really been good with socializing in the first place..?" She speaks in a soft tone. Her smile gradually grows, all whilst awaiting for him to finish the third drink and set it down on the tray. [break][break]
Regardless, she quietly glared up at him with that slit-eyed lens. He was keen. This man was keen; he wouldn't be played for a fool if she wasn't careful, of course. His conclusions were viable; they were sufficient, and they were valid. She couldn't go denying that he was being unreasonable.. Because he wasn't. Someone of her age and of her appearance shouldn't have any sort of self esteem issues, especially when she chose to put herself out into the open like this. Pff.. Gods, she could just pick out the things that she could say in order to add on and cover up that lie. However if she were to immediately point it out to defend herself, she knows that she'll look suspicious. For a moment, she nearly took that remark as an attack. An attempt to pry off that sweet mask and expose her for the witch she really was. [break][break]
In other words, she took it as war. [break][break]
She slowly leans on top of the counter, arms digging into the surface of the bar while attentively watching both his actions, and occasionally making eye contact to show the subtle interest she had while he was explaining his little.. Quick story. Mixology with art - a subject that she certainly wasn't expecting - and in Korea no less. Though initially Mongolian, she knows that she had a few relatives who lived in Korea. Did they take her in? Take her complete lack of her knowledge in Korean as your answer. The young woman hums to herself in subtle intrigue, only interrupted at the sight of three finished drinks sitting on top of the tray. "Mixology and Art..? Pff.. I've never would have thought you'd be the artistic type~.." Her voice is soft, less sweet and less timid. Her body language had shifted to lean in, but she still seemed to keep that degree of hesitation. This time around, though, it was a nice balance. Her fingers gently curl around to pick up the tray, attempting to keep a firm grip on the platform. "I'm.. Actually a high school drop out, so you can imagine how well that went for me~.. E-Erm.. Junior drop out..! Or.. I-I don't think that makes my case any better.. Erm.." She gently shakes her head a bit, only then to offer him a small, nervous, but sweet smile in an attempt to recover. [break][break]
"Well.. It was pleasant talking to you. Maybe we can continue this conversation another time..?" No. She didn't want to. She knows that if she spent more time than needed with this guy, she'd sooner vomit in her own mouth with how she actually had to mind how she acted. [break][break]
Maybe serving the drinks would work out better. Just turn around, and walk over to the guys to serve their drinks.
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Revolutionist
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He/Him
29 YEARS OLD
November
8
Scorpio
Detroit, Michigan
Heterosexual
Armament Worker, Bartender
TAG WITH @apollo
APOLLO REIHNQUIST
I be like, 'Hold up, wait a minute, girl'~...
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Let's get to know each other better~. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]At first, he remained thoughtful, yet neutral within his general expressions; casting crimson voids upon her form, and focusing upon the responses and demeanors that she had to offer him all the while. His eyes took note of her gestures - both subtle and clear alike - as he followed her movements; taking a singular, yet smaller step back from his side of the counter in favor of shifting his weight more upon one of his feet in order to assume a more lenient pose. Within a mere matter of seconds, his arms crossed over one another; settling soundly and solidly before his chest as he took her in her own entirety into account- and then he settled upon a vague and unspoken conclusion.
’...Geez, it’s like she’s straight outta a damn cartoon, or even a TV show~...’
The gestures. The speech; the facade. ...What he assumed and was almost certain was a facade by that point, anyways. If he saw them anywhere, it would be most identifiable within a character produced for nothing more than others’ amusement; an instrument to be used within various means of entertainment for the masses. Truth be told, he did hold some form of attraction towards those who genuinely did act as such- though it was more due to the fact that people as such often served to be a rather intriguing and amusing thing to deal with when having his own form of fun, but otherwise, he found it...slightly irksome. What with how unnatural it always felt; regardless of whether or not the actions were his own, or perhaps even when he had been the onlooker who had noticed it from others.
But he digressed, and kept it to himself for the moment.
The cringe went both ways for differing reasons, yet he, too, refrained from allowing it to surface by any means. Rather than allowing it to bleed outwards, he merely maintained that smirk of his; watching and listening as she both leaned forward that faint bit more, as well as when she continued on with what she had to say. ”...I’m sure you’d be a natural if you just tried,” he continued on at first; quirking a brow subtly while simultaneously tilting his head gently within an ongoing sense of amusement. ”...And as for my interests, well… You should know the saying~. ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’, and all that generic shit~. In fact, I could dare say that it might even apply to you, too~.” With those words, he took a step back towards the bar; not quite stopping directly in front of her, though taking care to lean towards the side as he placed his own arms upon the counter for sake of supporting himself. ”Dropouts are frowned upon, but not necessarily bad~. They could have the smarts, and the style… It’s just that others don’t give them nearly as much credit as they deserve, solely ‘cause they didn’t follow the normal life choices that others did~.”
He fell silent for a couple of seconds following those most recent remarks; allowing her seemingly parting words to properly register before shrugging and grinning her way. ”That aside, though...sure~. Whatever~. Honestly, drop by when you got the chance or free time. I’m always open for a talk~.” His gaze briefly and subtly shifted over towards the customers that she needed to return to; eyeing them with a faintly mischievous and amused look before closing his eyes and chuckling softly.
”...Maybe even open to a free drink offer, too~. You might be needing it in a bit~.”
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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
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Aaand she snapped [attr="class","jartoxpost"]
Thank the gods. [break][break]
The last thing she would want is to be stuck with a man who would potentially figure her out like that. Hell, she figures that he already had an inkling on what her true nature was? Or at the very least, he had a lingering suspicion that her behaviour was all an act. Admittedly, whereas she did get a few of her references from television.. She made sure that she could adjust it so that it wouldn’t make her look totally in competent when on the actual job. From what others could see, she knew how to do her job. As far as everyone else was concerned, she could do her job. Even if her attitude was still slightly irritating, no one could say anything because she did her job right. Perhaps the only thing that was worth coming out of this act was the look on people’s faces when they wanted to blow up on her, without looking like the bad guy. Priceless, no? They end up looking so flustered. [break][break]
Although admittedly, part of her - maybe somewhere down there - felt the tiniest bit happy that he was understanding of her dropping out way back when. Of course she didn’t talk about why she did so, but honestly? There wasn’t need to share so much about yourself on your first technical. Meeting or long conversation. At thevery least, she could figure out that he wasn’t as ignorant and oblivious as he let off. That being said, he’s going to be an issue is she wasn’t careful. Or.. Rather, she would prefer not to get to know way too much about him. If it were up to her, she’d rather not deal with him longer than she should. Her later actions however, would prove ironic and counterintruitive to her initial goal. [break][break]
Just as she was casually making her way down to the table, one of the men could have been seen visibly snickering and smiling as she was about to walk by. Whether his later actions were intentionally or not, he abruptly stood up even after she raised her voice to notify them on her arrival. The sudden force caught her off guard and she ultimately - albeit internally bitterly - ended up spilling the drinks on the man who stood up. For a moment, she was close to close to snapping near the end of her temper. Oh, no, she wasn’t someone whow as constantly composed. If she was going to get angry, you’d have to be purposely provoking her with that smug look on your face. Precisely what this man was planning to do. With a shapr glare and a flash of a smile, the man raises his voice in a somewhat offended manner. Hell, the tone of his voice was enough to make the woman internally cringe in distaste and near irritation alike. [break][break]
She wasn’t very happy. [break][break]
“What the f***? Watch where you’re going~” [break]
“I-I’m terribly sorry..! Uhm.. Hold on, please let me clean that u—“[break]
“This is a new shirt, y’know? How are you gonna take responsibility for this, eh?”[break]
“I-I’m terribly sorry—“[break]
“Sorry my a**!.. Buuut maybe I can forgive you if you were to come with me and clean the shirt?~”[break][break]
That trick. That trick in the book. The one that was obviously going ‘I’ll forgive you if you sleep with me’. The ‘oh, I’ll take advantage of the polite demeanour’ crap. She nearly bit her lips together - bot out of nervousness, but to keep that vomit in her mouth. The scene was typical; a man wanted to make a poor girl feel like crap, and when she was trying to push him away, he kept trying to insist on harassing her. Her initial intention was to keep the act, up until someone from security came by to have a word with this man. Oh, but it wouldn’t be long until he attempted to grab her arm. Now.. Usually to drunk patrons, she wouldn’t lash out violently. Hell, she wouldn’t lash out period. But this man here, specifically, was sober as hell. He was sober as a child who was having a cup of milk, and theresore she held no patience for shmucks like him. [break][break]
She was close to pulling away. Again, though, for the sake of appearance she attempted to keep her mouth shut. Just until security got here, but she soon found that people were staring rather than helping. Her eyes narrowed, listening to the murmurs around her. Things like ‘What’s she gonna do?’ Or ‘Maybe I can take her home too’ among other things were bouncing off lips.[break][break]
Right.. She nearly forgot. It was almost funny that she would expect anyone to help her out. If you actually acted like this in the real world, predators will gladly take you and no one will help you. [break][break]
In a sudden change of demeanour, the moment her arm was grabbed, the woman immediately slapped his hand away. The initially kind and polite, apologetic gaze was quick to shift into a visible scowl. Her brows furrowed, while the lights of the club reflected off her near, feral-like eyes. Needless to say, the sudden shift and change was unexpected. Rather than apologizing again, the woman locked eyes with the man and glared him down. In contrast to before, the glint in her eyes presented a sharp, nearly fear-inducing gaze under those dark bangs of hers. [break][break]
“Get your f***ing hands off me.”
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Revolutionist
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He/Him
29 YEARS OLD
November
8
Scorpio
Detroit, Michigan
Heterosexual
Armament Worker, Bartender
TAG WITH @apollo
APOLLO REIHNQUIST
I be like, 'Hold up, wait a minute, girl'~...
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Let's get to know each other better~. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]Rather than responding accordingly in due time, the man himself merely refrained from speaking a word or a few to confirm his acknowledgment of the other’s actions as she shifted upon heel within a departure once more; an underlying grin capable of being seen by the keen eye as it tugged softly upon his lips, and a soft snicker leaving among the following breath accompanying it all the while. Had he been tempted to call her out furthermore? ...Most definitely. However, he figured that it was within his best interest to leave the girl be; lest he potentially scare and intimidate her into accidentally freeing up another hostess position, or - the more favorable thought, alongside significantly more likely one that he had been want to focus upon - he potentially prompted something within that sweet demeanor to snap and deck him from over the counter in a heartbeat. As much as the latter amused him, he still found it a favorable, ending scenario to not get his ass handed to him by some seemingly, goody-two-shoes-type girl.
So, he simply bit his tongue for once, and prompted himself to take a different course of action.
After little more than a split second’s worth of debate, he opted to remain behind the counter, rather than take the rest of his break within the other forms of the establishment interior; shifting a faint bit in favor of turning around as his gaze eyed the varied bottles strewn before his line of sight for yet a second time. A soft whistle escaped his lips within a subtle, yet melodiously tuned manner as he swiftly and gingerly picked several more bottles from the shelves; absentmindedly giving them each a couple of tosses and spins within the air before catching them and sliding them across the countertop within the same, general vicinity of one another. Once his ingredients had been picked out, he reached outwards in order to take hold of another highball glass; giving it - like the others - a couple of spinning tosses within the air above him as he listened to the activity occurring behind him.
Sounded like it was already beginning.
Another chuckle sounded from his lips as he caught the glass within a sudden and more brisk manner; his smile broadening all the while as he turned around. Crimson voids cast themselves upon the waitress that he had the pleasure of conversing with mere moments prior; watching and listening as she interacted with the others, and watching as she attempted to deal with the scenario accordingly. Sounds about right~... he thought to himself within an idle manner; subtly keeping a gentle eye upon them as he slid the emptied glass over. After giving a second or so to fill the glass with a fair amount of ice, he opened the bottles as necessary; eyeballing the amounts within an informal manner for once as he poured in fair amounts of gin, vodka, and tequila to begin with. Yikes, man… Wonder how long it’ll take before we gotta call up the bouncer again…
The click of his tongue was just as subtle as his laughter, yet his amused expression remained unchanged as he continued on with the rest of the ingredients. By the time it was done, he found himself bottling up a cola bottle before setting it aside with the remainder of the bottles, as well; giving the concoction altogether a soft stir before setting it aside. After all; it was a drink he promised, so he figured that he may as well deliver. Worst case scenario, he could just use the rest of his break to cover for a fair amount of her shift. Responsibilities were his. If there were any further problems with it, he’d just explain to the manager directly. ...Not like he thought that he’d be against the gestures, though, but he digressed.
Given that a small amount of time had passed afterwards, he breathed a soft sigh while reaching outwards and towards the side; picking a few peanuts from one of the free, untouched dishes that he and his coworkers were often instructed to leave out for the passing customer. He popped a few into his mouth as a means of snacking while he leisurely leaned over the counter; supporting himself on his elbows as he watched the ongoing scene. While we’re probably gonna have to escort his ass out in a hot sec, I can’t say I don’t commend him~... he thought with an idle gaze. Guy sees some good eye candy, so I can’t blame him for wanting a taste… Execution could be a bit smoother, but--
He stopped his thoughts short as he - alongside the other bartenders on either one of his flanks - heard the very same woman that he focused upon- and as she used a drastically different tone than the one that he had just heard. Blinking silently, he tilted his head gently; allowing the sudden turn of events to properly register as he glanced towards his other coworkers from the corners of his eye. At once, he found similar looks of both surprise and amusement etched upon their expressions; something that prompted him to narrow his eyes within shared feelings as he shifted his attention back to the waitress.
...Rip ‘em a new one, tiger~.
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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
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Save me from this music [attr="class","jartoxpost"]
And with that, the surrounding gazes were on her. Not on the happy, cheery and borderline whining little girl that they knew; not on the girl who honestly didn't know how to say no, or put her damn foot down. Not only was the tone of her voice dropped, but also her own posture and stance in general seemed to change completely. [break][break]
Before she was meek; she was polite. She was hiding behind the tray, like a little kitten who got lost. As of now, she had taken care to place the remaining drinks upon the table for the remaining patrons before lowering the tray down to her side. The woman stands up straight, albeit shifting a bit more weight against her back leg while her other arm rests sternly against her hip. That same, amber gaze threatened to burn through the man's presence - or whatever present he attempted to muster up - with a piercing gleam. "You've got to be kidding me, right?" She starts with a slow, nearly mocking, roll of her eyes. "That has to be the oldest trick in the fucking book. If you're going to try picking a girl up, at least make it look like you're trying." Sabrina groans, her brows furrowing in distaste and disgust alike. "God forbid, I wanted to kick your face in. I apologized, didn't I? If you wanna score a girl to take home, there's a stripper club somewhere down the street."[break][break]
Her comments were not taken lightly by the man. If anything, the expression of bewilderment gradually began to shift as she continued to shoot her comments one by one. There were stares their way, both amazed, amused and nearly humiliating. There were the stares towards herself, paired with the whispers amongst co-workers about the apparent "good little waitress girl" going bad. Things like 'what's wrong with her' and 'who made her snap?' were the most prominent ones. Even the man before her, who was baffled, actually took a step back and had the gall to point his finger up to her. He raised his tone in an offended manner. His poor attempt at being intimidating? Wasn't really working. "Th-The hell are you saying, now?! Take responsibility fo this, you b*tch! Or else--" [break][break]
"Oh boo hoo, cry me a river. Or else what? You'll tell the world about how much a sl*t I am?" Her comment was enough to send the man into a livid rage, and yet he couldn't physically harass her unless he wanted those charges. Oh, the perks of being a woman. They almost weighed out the cons. Almost. Before the man could retort, her pressed lips slowly dipped downwards. Her voice raised to a near frightened tone. Her brows pressed back while she quickly brought the tray up to hold before her and nearly hide behind. "Oh what ever will I do? I can barely feed my own children! Please, I couldn't bear the thought of people thinking of me as an indecent woman!" She starts off, only for that fierce gleam in her eyes to return moments afterwords. Her pressed lips were quick to pull upwards, creating something more of an over-confident smirk. "Please, did you seriously think I would care?" Her voice lowers again. Those who had their eyes on the scene were mainly those of baffled patrons and co-workers. C'mon.. There's barely anyone who would speak her mind like this on a job. Unless, of course, you wanted to risk losing your job. [break][break]
Between losing her job and losing her dignity? To this worm? She'd sooner drop dead in her grave right now. [break][break]
"You--"[break]
"If you want to find a place where you can pick up women with zero effort, there's a strip club down there."[break][break]
Sabrina nearly snickers with that same, mocking smirk on her face. "But you're probably trying to pick up chicks here, because you had zero luck over there." She starts once again. The hand from her hips casually raises up under her chin. Her fingers gently curl under her lower lip, all while that same smile taunts the man further. For a brief moment, her eyes narrow to the side, nearly glaring at the people around them while she shifts the weight on her legs a second time. "Now are you gonna accept my apology, or not? 'Cause lets face it; I can go all night like this--" [break][break]
She's about to say something again, but she immediately stops the moment the man raises his hand against her, even going so far as to slap the woman across her face. [break][break]
Though it was silent, Sabrina gently holds the cheek that was slapped. The man himself seemed to stare at what he had done, a face flushed with rage was drained upon realizing his later actions. Naturally, his last resort was to blame her for pushing him that far.
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Revolutionist
call me N/A
He/Him
29 YEARS OLD
November
8
Scorpio
Detroit, Michigan
Heterosexual
Armament Worker, Bartender
TAG WITH @apollo
APOLLO REIHNQUIST
I be like, 'Hold up, wait a minute, girl'~...
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Let's get to know each other better~. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]...This is gonna be a lotta shit to clear up with the big man~...
Albeit a tad concerned in regards towards the various directions that the evening could have potentially been keen upon ending at the current rate, it would have been a fool’s errand to tell anyone that even the faintest indication of amusement had been present from his body- and such a fact had been evident through the continuous manner in which he remained leaned upon the counter altogether; remaining constant within his behavior as he merely stood docile and inactive upon the sidelines in favor of relishing a subtle snack in the meantime, and keeping those subtle, narrowed gleams of a verdant hue upon those involved within the progressing scene before all who had been lucky enough to have been present throughout the spectacle itself thus far. By the handful of instances through which he found his hand empty - save for the leftover grains staining the central form of his palm within a rather saltier taste - he found himself absentmindedly flexing the aforementioned extremity ever so loosely; lightly curling the tips of his inwards within a degree of pensiveness while he gazed upon the scenario unfolding itself before his own being. The previously preoccupied hand remained propped against the smoothed surfaces of the bar beneath him; securing its position as his primary means of support while the remaining lifted upwards. He secured his elbow firmly into the surfaces several inches shy of a foot beneath his chin prior to leaning it within the palm of his other hand altogether.
...Still don’t understand why people try pushing their luck and shit far, though… he thought idly to himself; whatever small, subtle indications of the lingering smirk that he wore making a gradual attempt of dismissing themselves at long last; leaving the host himself with naught more than a rather absentminded, yet still generally thoughtful expression while he allowed his focus to remain upon the two afar. A sigh left his lips. If you’re here to pick chicks up, then that’s on you… If she obviously ain’t having it, though, then either change your approach, or back the Hell off… As if driven upon instinct, he quirked his lip faintly within a gentle touch of seeming disapproval; narrowing his eyes a subtle measure more all the while. If you don’t, you’re probably just gonna turn into a liability both for yourself, and everyone around you. It’s not rocket science, but people still insist on being stupid little fu--
Give it several moments before he had been able to complete that self oriented pondering, and he would have found himself stopping short with his own, personal conversation with none other than the old, ‘me, myself, and I’. Much like the neighboring coworkers who had been watching, his expression shifted upon instinct once more; this time favoring a slightly more surprised display as he lifted his head up, and straightened his form upon seeing the man lift his own hand partway into the ‘conversation’ that he had been having with his dear hostess. While those around seemed intent upon gossiping amongst themselves while remaining as curious bystanders to the incident, he himself remained constant within his form and position for but several moments more before clicking his tongue once more- though this time within a degree of distaste. ...You’ve done ruined yourself, there, my man~... he thought with a touch of mocking disappointment to himself.
With that last, mindful remark, he shook his head while reaching upwards; taking care to wipe his hand upon the towel hung over his shoulder before leaving it upon the counter altogether on his way out of the door separating the inner compartments of the serving bar from the remainder of the room. Throughout his stride - which had been short, yet brisk all the same, as per his common demeanor - he had taken care to slip either one of his hands within their respective pockets; maintaining a calm and slow paced walk towards the two as they seemed to finally fall silent with the most recent outbreak, and stopping by his fellow coworker’s side with an aura of mixed feelings and displays. Confidence, for one. Calmness. ...And, if one had been keen enough, they may have even noticed a touch of some indignant and malevolent nature.
It was then that he inhaled deeply, and then that his eyes flared within a subtle, yet challenging spark all the while as they pierced their ways towards the man himself.
”...Look. Buddy,” he started off. ”I get it. We all get it. You’re desperate enough to start hitting on easy prey- and you can’t even keep your own shit in line when that prey suddenly bites back. Maybe you haven’t gotten some for however long? A few days? Months? Maybe even a year?” He tilted his head with a touch of distaste within his glare. ”Based on how much of a little bitch boy you’re being, I’d like to figure it’s more of the latter than the former. Either way, none of us wanna hear or see you throw a fit over your shitty attempts at reigniting your libido, there~.”
Pausing, he took care to lift one of his hands; caring not to glance over his shoulder, yet still managing to blindly point towards one of the cameras within the far corner of the room. ”This would’ve been in your favor if you hadn’t lost your shit. That right there’s just one camera that caught what you just did, and I could point out a few more that caught your hissy fit in all its glory,” he went on. ”If you hadn’t gone and smacked her like that, I’d go through the courtesy of escorting you out nice and easy. But since you did, I’ll give you one chance to lighten the load on yourself before I contact the manager, and contact the police with the video to back up what just happened here. What say you, eh~?”
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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
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look at me being late [attr="class","jartoxpost"]
If it weren't for the fact that she'd really be pushing her job and her rights as a citizen? She would have punched him. [break]
She would have punched the living day lights out of him. [break][break]
But she doesn't. Instead, Sabrina finds herself at a temporary loss for words while holding her cheek in the palm of one of her hands. She's quick to pass a sharp glare in the man's direction, lips curled downwards as her brows further furrowed to create a crease between her eyes. She wanted to punch him. She really, really badly wanted to punch him. She wanted to knock the living daylights out of him, especially with how he was being so smug earlier. Thankfully, it would have been easy to shove a shoe or heel up his arse without the underlying worry. The downside is the fact that although she thought as highly as she did, she was stuck frozen in place. She was frozen where she stood, as though her mind were trying to process his wound. [break][break]
Though it was a slap and though it wasn't all too hard, she narrows her eyes while registering his prior actions. The stinging lingers against her cheek for a couple moments, then the brush of her fingers over the slightly red flesh follows. Sabrina flinches for a slight moment, her eyes shutting to process the pain and the subtle heat caused by the rushing blood that side of her head. [break][break]
It hurt. [break][break]
Not because he hit her, no. Not the words her said; but something within her stopped her movements. Her muscles were stopped, her breathing slowed down. She took quiet, but deep breaths while trying to assess the situation in a rational manner. Unfortunately, she found herself drawing a blank with each attempt at complex, cognitive skills. Her fingers slowly curl inwards to her cheek, and for a moment, her left foot shifts about an inch or two back from its initial position. Her back hunches the tiniest bit out of instinct, bangs falling forwards as to hide a still shocked expression. Though she knows it wasn't this man in particular, that never stopped this.. This hindering feeling. It was suffocating. It was irritating. It made her feel helpless with a pit glaring down into the depths of her gut. It was a looming sense of.. Fear. [break][break]
No matter how much she wanted to speak back, she found her voice getting caught into her throat. Like the connection between her head and her lips were no longer in sync; she was frozen in place. Once again, she'd have to be put into a situation where she ended up freezing on the spot, taking the insults and the violence against her. Once again, she wasn't in control of her own situation. It pissed her off. [break][break]
She hears a man speaking by her, and she hears his words. If she wanted to, she'd be snarky. If she wanted to, she would give the patron even more shit than she should have. Rather, Sabrina was left in a near shell shock state after the apparent "assault" or "attack" on her. The man himself, however, was left both in a state of panic, confusion and frustration while he glared up at the dark-haired man. He would have been in trouble - he was in huge trouble - if he were turned in like this, and if he didn't leave as told. Even then, he doubted that he could escape the camera. But.. At the very least, the man was sober. The men and women around the scene murmured, whispering and lowering their voices. The pressure was nearly suffocating, and hence all that was heard was quiet grumbling. [break][break]
It wasn't long until he upped and left, mumbling to himself with a clear disdain on his expression. "She fucking--" He starts, only cutting himself off with the click of his tongue while making off. Albeit, he never stopped hiding his bitterness towards the woman, even in a near paralyzed state. As he brushed by, his shoulder hit her - rather hard - passing by before heading out the door with his own anger to follow. In the meanwhile, Sabrina had been left taking a deep breath, her hand now gently holding her head. It was odd, at least, to see her getting all quiet. [break][break]
... At the very least, she wanted to thank the guy for stepping in. [break][break]
The only issue was that she was gonna be tongue tied. Sabrina takes a deep breath, attempting to calm her heart down. ".. I-I--" She starts - stammers - before trying to take another deep breath. Just calm down, dammit. [break][break]
"... Thanks for that."
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Revolutionist
call me N/A
He/Him
29 YEARS OLD
November
8
Scorpio
Detroit, Michigan
Heterosexual
Armament Worker, Bartender
TAG WITH @apollo
APOLLO REIHNQUIST
I be like, 'Hold up, wait a minute, girl'~...
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]...Lean a little closer~. [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]Needless to say, scenarios such as the given had ended up being one of several things that he had become ever so vaguely desensitized to; partially do to his own, excess style of work, though also as a result of people of this very sort being rather common appearances within the club and bar, altogether- and much to his chagrin, to say the least. While he personally couldn’t ever judge within a proper stance in regards to the nature of heading to bars and the like with the intention of claiming an easy spot within some stranger’s bed for little more than a night or so, he could definitely judge by methodical approach, and - if his words and tone hadn’t been evident of such a thing - the clear glare within his eye would’ve been a dead giveaway throughout the silence that ensued following his words. Offering. Threat. Whatever those around him would’ve liked to call it. In any case, the glare had been constant, and - despite the common persona that those knew him to often inherit both within the workplace, as well in general - borderline suffocating, when found beneath his eyes for so long. It was pressuring. Judgmental.
...Something that he dared to say discomforted the guy just a bit more within his frustration.
Though it had been faint prior to the fact, the fact of the matter had been that he had manage to maintain an ongoing sense of his common coyness within both expression and eye contact, alike; equal parts of a spark exhibited within those crimson hued orbs of his, as well as through the gentle, yet still sharp, quirk of his lips while they tugged upwards within an almost smug smirk. Towards the tail end of the experience, that self same grin only seemed to broaden ever more upon spying the brewing hostility within the man’s outward posture- and not too soon after he realized the manner and moment in which he had caused error, to begin with. Soon enough, the seeming patron, himself, had found himself falling back within a frustration akin to a child’s own, though the bartender himself chose not to spare him any longer of a gaze from the moments that he began to see himself out and onwards.
The most he did was give a subtle continuation of the glare from the corner of his eye; peering upon the floors to his flank within the man’s midst.
”...Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out, there, buddy~...”
The words were cold, and the words were arrogant. Amused. In spite of the scenario, he felt a lingering sense of entertainment after playing spectator to the situation that had unfolded, though not too long afterwards, he took it upon himself to lay whatever feelings of amusement that he felt to momentary rest as he shifted his gaze towards his coworker, once more, from the moment that she had stammered out those words. Though the glare remained, it seemed to have lightened up a faint degree, but the primary thing to take note of would have been the general shift within air and aura that the look alone gave off. He almost seemed to be assessing her. Examining her. ...The thing was that it wasn’t exactly hidden, either- and he was perfectly aware of that, since he was never quite one for hiding his thoughts. He saw the petrification. He was the look akin to almost fear, or perhaps even something similar.
It was all obvious, though within a quick, passing glance prior to shrugging and broadening the smirk into a more casual smile. A shrug had been given within an immediate response, and he opted to settle the shove that the other man had given with a more casual nudge upon her shoulder; all while taking care to nod towards the very same bar that he called home throughout the time that he had been clocked in, day by day. ”Uh-huh. Don’t mention it~,” he started off, shrugging. ”You can thank me a bit after a drink or two. Seems like you’d need it, now,” he went on; flashing nothing more than a quick wink despite the aftermath, as well as a low chuckle, as well. ”Still technically on the clock, but I’m pretty sure this justifies at least a small break~. Boss man’s easygoing, too, so he’ll understand once he hears about this~.” ulla [newclass=.we1]background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/JyuQLhr.jpg?1);height:380px;width:400px;padding-top:120px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.avatar]background-color:#363636;width:50%;padding:10px;opacity:.9;transition:1s;border:#666 1px solid;padding-top:30px;padding-bottom:30px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.lost1]font-size:12px;font-family:Alegreya Sans SC;color:#fff;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;background-color:#363636;opacity:.9;border:#666 1px solid;width:50%;transition:1s;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lost1]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .avatar]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.rise]padding-top:25px;height:475px;width:400px;background-color:#272727;opacity:.8;margin-top:200px;transition:2s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .rise]margin-top:-360px;transition:1.5s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1]width:80%;padding:10px;background-color:#1a1a1a;border:#444 1px solid;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.mouths1]color:#eee;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;height:370px;overflow:auto;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.lying1]width:80%;padding:3px;background-color:#1a1a1a;color:#777;font-size:10px;text-align:left;border:#444 1px solid;margin-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .dying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:7px;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-track-piece]background:#444;border-left:3px solid #1a1a1a;border-right:3px solid #1a1a1a;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#000;border:#444 1px solid;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1 b]color:#508ACC[/newclass][googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC]
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Revolutionist
call me Rin, Fox
She/Her
27 YEARS OLD
May
30
Gemini
United States, Detroit MI
Heteroflexible
Interrogator
TAG WITH @sabrina
SABRINA TEMUUJIN
Boy, you better bow down on your knees. Can I get a "yes your majesty"?
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Humiliating. [break][break]
There wasn't any other way for her to describe it; she was humiliated. Why did she freeze up - stand like a defenceless child - when she could have easily told the guy off? It was one thing for her to put on the image of a damsel and let others do her dirty work for her, but it was an entirely different story when she was trying to assert her dominance (she wasn't about to go anywhere, and she was going to put her damn foot and tear the damn place down) and was left staring like a deer in headlights. Now, there was worse she's had to face-- But when she was in a room filled with people, she'd rather not be seen as someone who's all bark with zero bite when bitten first. It made her vulnerable, it made her weak. [break][break]
She would have liked to express the same amount of coy that was on his expression; No, what she wanted to know was how he could stay so calm, and carry on with the others around them staring at the moment of drama before the security themselves had met the man and led him out halfway. Sabrina nearly groans to herself, finally mustering the strength to bring her hand up to have her fingers gently rest against her forehead in a sigh. She needed to calm herself down; there was nothing going for her or nothing good coming out of her pissy attitude at the moment. It'd do more worse than good, much like how the situation has escalated earlier. It wasn't something that she was seeking to face again. [break][break]
Deep breaths. [break][break]
She pushes a smile on her face; the force is faint and subtle, but enough momentum to at least offer an appeasing smirk that transitions into a smile. "I could go for a drink right now, actually." Some alcohol in her system is very much appreciated - possibly needed - to relieve the pent up pettiness that she wanted to release, but didn't get a chance to. The woman had words; words that she would have to make do with not being able to say for the time being. Another smile in spite of the fire that still strongly fuelled the simmering temper-- Nevertheless, however, she was still grateful for his intervention. ".. Think you could make me Margarita? I need something sweet to cool my head~.."
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