Ariel Worthington's Story

The crimson red was already washing away, only flecks of the color remained on her irises. The darkness of her hair, once pitch black was slowly loosing it's color into a light shade of brown. Her body slipped past bodies and tables, quickly and smoothly, a tray of full of bears balancing on her left hand, as she took one of the man and placed it on the nearest table. It was a regular costumer of hers, one which only she served. You could say it was her speciality, for she was the only waitress in the whole bar that wasn't a bit afraid of the man.

The older man had appeared, and everyone's attention had turned to him, his dark words in a way scary, but soon, for her, it would mean nothing. Or well, at least she thouh so.

Cristian arrived after the old man vanished into thin air. He swept his dark blonde hair and entered the bar. He sat on the bar stool near the bar counter. He took a quick glance at the waitress. Making a mental note, Cristian thinks that the waitress must be the only one seeing as there are no waiters and waitresses except for her.

Cristian looked at Ariel and awaited for her to order a drink or something. He wondered if they served cocktails, it seems irritating that they were mostly Coor's Light or Budweisers being served all over the place. Awaiting for Ariel to come by, Cristian fiddled with the many knives that he has in his arsenal. From hidden blades equipped on his wrists to a long sword. Any weapon will do to assassinate his target but he was a bit concerned with the heralds on his tail after the successful escape from the Heralds.

Ariel huffed silently to herself as she placed the last drink on her silver tray on a costumer's hand, the cold burning into her skin with a pleasent pain.

Noticing that another costumer had let himself take a seat on one of the stools, she gave her smile to the last man and turned, heading to take the man's order. [I]Where's that lazy bartener of ours?[/'] she wondered with a silent curse. Apperantly, most of the waitress had called in sick today and the few that were here, god knew wherever they could have gone. The crazy man had quickly banished from her mind. They got a show once in a while, so it was something she didn't pay attention to.

On her way, a man's head fell backwards and hit her hip, a laugh escaping from its mouth. She pushed it away, the man got drunk whenever she came here, must have fought with his wife once again, she decided. In a way, she felt sorry for the him. He loved his wife, but she had her temper.

Finally getting there, she stopped at his side. "What can I get for you, love?" She said, her accent slipping out as she spoke. It was somewhat an odd mix of British and Russian. Her eyes flashed to him for a slight second as she looked around, searching for the waitres that worked on the bar.

"Well, I was wondering if you guys serve any cocktails, I sound like a dummy asking this but I'm a newbie since this is my first time going to this bar" Cristian said to Ariel. He sounded like a noob for asking this. It was a bit embarrassing but Cristian kept his composure by not showing any slip-ups in tone but he decided to play it cool and casual.

Fiddling with his hidden blade on his wrists, he sighed and added "If yes, then could you make a Green Vesper, it's made with Absinthe if you don't know how to make it" He didn't want to insult Ariel by informing of this but he just wanted inform on how to make it. Cristian is awaiting for Ariel's response

The girl rolled her eyes, it had come naturally, nothing she meant to be rude. Well, only because he was a costumer.. Why can't he just order a beer? She wondered but said nothing at that. Finally, the bartender came out of the door behind the bar and she smiled slightly. "Sure, it'll be out in a minute or two," She said, ignoring his last words. Ariel walked away, but only a few feet away to slip the man the name. Right away, she took hold of another beer which had been asked from a woman on the table behind it.

Handing it, she turned back to the bar and took the drink, placing it on the bar infront of the man, she stopped, deciding to rest for a second, thanking that no one else was calling her. She stopped to speak to him, "Newbie, eh? What brings you here then?" Ariel wasn't truly interested, but it was mostly the same costumers, not too many new.

"Well, I was searching for some cocktails but this bar seems to be the only one around the whole area, so I'd thought I check it out" Cristian said

"I pretty much had a busy day and what not, so cocktails usually ease my mind, beers only help a little in the sense" Cristian added

Christian thought to himself. He took off the hidden blades and put the weapons in a white cloak with many utility pockets and put on a clothes rack near the entryway of the bar. "So, what's your name?" Cristian said to Ariel

She eyed the weapons, not really allowed in the bar. It wasn't a rule, because so many people carried them, but it wasn't recommended or wished anyways. Ariel frowned, she wasn't the type to tell people around herself. At that moment, another person in the back called for a shot. She was glad, in a way, and just gave the man a small smile before turning around and grabbing another beer, taking it to the costumers.

Almost six, she thought, glad that her time of leaving was near. The weekend was the following day and she wouldn't have to find herself here once again. It wasn't as if she needed the sleep, but time for herself was useful. On Fridays, she would usually just sit around work for a little bit more, having a drink of herself.

Even though, Ariel didn't answer Cristian's question, Cristian did notice a small smile from Ariel and smiled back. As he was awaiting for his Green Vesper cocktail, all he can do now was to await an order for the demon he is currently serving. But, seeing on how the first day on the job made Cristian exhausted. He decided to just listen on his iPod and played the song "Will Do" by TV on the Radio, it was a pretty calming song for one of those crowded situations.

Checking the clock, Cristian saw that it was almost 6, He didn't have much to do in his schedule, usually, killing people is mostly Cristian's job on being an Assassin but it's a specific target not just random people on the street. Anyway, Cristian is still awaiting for the cocktail as the song calmly soothed his mind.

It didn't take long for her to serve the last costumer. Looking around, she pushed a free string off of her face. Turning, the bar was still well filled, but she quickly moved to the back, towards a door with a "Employees Only". Inside, the room was lit by a large white light. She moved to her space, and grabbed her bag off a chair. Sighing, the girl turned, starting to make her way out again.

-Sorry, brain dumbness Dx I don't know what to write-