Re: Sing Once Again
Posted: 03 Sep 2014, 14:00
There was amusement that danced about in her eyes at his words. Her laugh though, had been short lived. The man she called Johnathan had served her faithfully ever since she took over the club, but there were times she knew he found it hard to serve her simply because he knew what she was. At least he hadn't taken too long in retrieving the drinks for her guest and well, now, employee. “He is a good man despite being grouchy with me from time to time. He..hasn't had it easy with..working with me.” Johnathan was weary of her on most nights, overly cautious in how he handled his business with her. He knew not to tell a soul, unless she said it was okay to do so, which wasn't very often. Her expressions changed as often as her thoughts did but no matter what, she always found herself smiling a bit when she turned her attention back to Sony.
Her gaze followed his hand as he set his drink back down and as soon as there was the sound of the glass making contact with the table she looked back up at his face. It was then, that she realized she had been holding her breath, so to say, while waiting for his answer to her question. Finally! A human that didn't just go for the cliché answer she had been expecting. It was definitely something that made her happy, more so than she was prepared to show. It was fairly easy for her to maintain her composure while listening to him talk, or at least it was until he mentioned that silly little song. Jez simply couldn't help herself, she ended up laughing along with him. She heaved a soft almost content sigh once her small fit of laughter ended. Oh he was sounding more and more perfect by the moment and temptation was being a cruel ***** to her the longer they sat there chit chatting.
She looked around simply to stop herself from staring at him. Any sort of social situation was awkward for her or perhaps she just made them awkward, whatever the reason she didn't want to freak him out by staring at him. It wasn't until then that she realized exactly how dull and boring the room was to be in all the time. Such plain walls and flooring. She would definitely have to fix that at some point soon. A thought crossed her mind. The little goth woman could turn the room in to her new office and turn the old one in to something else. Brilliant idea! She would have to remember to inform Johnathan of her plan so that he could then remind her of it at some point.
Ah yes, he turned her question back around on her. She had a feeling that he would. There were a few moments of silence as she thought over her answer. The woman could lie or she could tell the truth. If she lied, what would she say? If she told the truth, would it scare him once he realized she wasn't playing? The lie would be the best choice for her to go with, but she did have a bit of a reputation for not doing what was best, like all of those times she killed the cops just to piss off the jackasses that were hell bent on keeping their existence a secret. Plus, she did enjoy the attention a bit. Being hunted was actually a form of fun for her. Oh! Back to his question she went. Jez scratched at a spot on the back of her neck before smiling at him. “It's what I am. I don't look this way for the attention, though as a human I did, but even then it's how I had seen myself.” Now the fun part, waiting to see if he believed it or just took it as her being a bit batty.
A couple of the bartenders stayed fairly close to where Markus and the rest of them were. They always listened out for anything that might cause their employer problems. Sure, they carried about their normal duties but every so often one of them would glance over at the group, just to keep an eye on them. All they heard though was the normal stuff, nothing new. It was more than enough to cause them to go back to actually doing their normal work fully since there was nothing for them to worry about with the group.
Her weight shifted about in the seat, “Johnathan,” she called out to him again, no doubt her constantly doing that was getting on his nerves, “get me a fresh drink please.” As usual he said nothing and just wandered off to go get her that fresh drink. She was so damn picky at times. If the drink wasn't just right then she wouldn't even touch the damn thing. A small chuckle came from her, “Eventually he'll get tired of fetching me drinks and yell at me like he usually does after a while, telling me to get up and get my own damn drink.” Carrying on with mindless babble was just her way of trying to fill the silence with some sort of noise.
“As I said, it is what I am.” Her gaze went down to the table for a moment while she chewed on her bottom lip. The wheels constantly turning as she tried to think of ways to continue filling the silence with some sort of noise, even if it was just her voice putting an abrupt end to the annoying silence. “I didn't feel like myself until I came here and ended up becoming this all because someone,” she paused and gave a small shudder at the memory, “shot me and left me to die. I didn't end up in the hospital to be treated for the injury. A man that has abandoned me, in a way, was responsible for saving my life.”
She reached across the table, oddly no shadow was cast upon the surface. The woman touched his hand, lightly, like the caress of a feather. “You say that this is how you see yourself, how you feel most comfortable...” It took her a little bit to be able to gather her thoughts and to form the rest of what she had to say correctly in her head. “I can make it a reality for you. You won't have to pretend to be this anymore. All you have to do is just tell me what you want, if this is what you want, and I can make it a reality for you.” Without any warning Johnathan came barging back in to the room with her drink. He startled her, causing her to jump and almost immediately she picked up Sony's glass of water and threw it at Johnathan, barely missing his head. “Don't do that to me!” All he did was smirk and set her glass down on the table before walking out of the room, leaving her grumbling to herself.
Her gaze followed his hand as he set his drink back down and as soon as there was the sound of the glass making contact with the table she looked back up at his face. It was then, that she realized she had been holding her breath, so to say, while waiting for his answer to her question. Finally! A human that didn't just go for the cliché answer she had been expecting. It was definitely something that made her happy, more so than she was prepared to show. It was fairly easy for her to maintain her composure while listening to him talk, or at least it was until he mentioned that silly little song. Jez simply couldn't help herself, she ended up laughing along with him. She heaved a soft almost content sigh once her small fit of laughter ended. Oh he was sounding more and more perfect by the moment and temptation was being a cruel ***** to her the longer they sat there chit chatting.
She looked around simply to stop herself from staring at him. Any sort of social situation was awkward for her or perhaps she just made them awkward, whatever the reason she didn't want to freak him out by staring at him. It wasn't until then that she realized exactly how dull and boring the room was to be in all the time. Such plain walls and flooring. She would definitely have to fix that at some point soon. A thought crossed her mind. The little goth woman could turn the room in to her new office and turn the old one in to something else. Brilliant idea! She would have to remember to inform Johnathan of her plan so that he could then remind her of it at some point.
Ah yes, he turned her question back around on her. She had a feeling that he would. There were a few moments of silence as she thought over her answer. The woman could lie or she could tell the truth. If she lied, what would she say? If she told the truth, would it scare him once he realized she wasn't playing? The lie would be the best choice for her to go with, but she did have a bit of a reputation for not doing what was best, like all of those times she killed the cops just to piss off the jackasses that were hell bent on keeping their existence a secret. Plus, she did enjoy the attention a bit. Being hunted was actually a form of fun for her. Oh! Back to his question she went. Jez scratched at a spot on the back of her neck before smiling at him. “It's what I am. I don't look this way for the attention, though as a human I did, but even then it's how I had seen myself.” Now the fun part, waiting to see if he believed it or just took it as her being a bit batty.
A couple of the bartenders stayed fairly close to where Markus and the rest of them were. They always listened out for anything that might cause their employer problems. Sure, they carried about their normal duties but every so often one of them would glance over at the group, just to keep an eye on them. All they heard though was the normal stuff, nothing new. It was more than enough to cause them to go back to actually doing their normal work fully since there was nothing for them to worry about with the group.
Her weight shifted about in the seat, “Johnathan,” she called out to him again, no doubt her constantly doing that was getting on his nerves, “get me a fresh drink please.” As usual he said nothing and just wandered off to go get her that fresh drink. She was so damn picky at times. If the drink wasn't just right then she wouldn't even touch the damn thing. A small chuckle came from her, “Eventually he'll get tired of fetching me drinks and yell at me like he usually does after a while, telling me to get up and get my own damn drink.” Carrying on with mindless babble was just her way of trying to fill the silence with some sort of noise.
“As I said, it is what I am.” Her gaze went down to the table for a moment while she chewed on her bottom lip. The wheels constantly turning as she tried to think of ways to continue filling the silence with some sort of noise, even if it was just her voice putting an abrupt end to the annoying silence. “I didn't feel like myself until I came here and ended up becoming this all because someone,” she paused and gave a small shudder at the memory, “shot me and left me to die. I didn't end up in the hospital to be treated for the injury. A man that has abandoned me, in a way, was responsible for saving my life.”
She reached across the table, oddly no shadow was cast upon the surface. The woman touched his hand, lightly, like the caress of a feather. “You say that this is how you see yourself, how you feel most comfortable...” It took her a little bit to be able to gather her thoughts and to form the rest of what she had to say correctly in her head. “I can make it a reality for you. You won't have to pretend to be this anymore. All you have to do is just tell me what you want, if this is what you want, and I can make it a reality for you.” Without any warning Johnathan came barging back in to the room with her drink. He startled her, causing her to jump and almost immediately she picked up Sony's glass of water and threw it at Johnathan, barely missing his head. “Don't do that to me!” All he did was smirk and set her glass down on the table before walking out of the room, leaving her grumbling to herself.