Sienna Henderson
"Its always better to be overdressed then under. You know me" Came from the man that Sienna has known for roughly eight years or more. The two were very well acquainted to the point where they used to spend countless hours over at the others’ house. It had grown to the point that she had met his family members and at least knew them by name and could throw a smile their way. Simon Bates was a striking young man. Broad in the shoulders and standing tall doing the suit justice. The suit really was the cherry on top of the cake. It was a shame he swung to the other side these days because the nicely groomed facial hair that laid on his face was a turn on. Luckily there was no feelings attached, she just felt a one night stand would be optimal, but Sienna could respect his life choices.
"Are you staying around after your shift tonight? I thought maybe-" It happened suddenly. The bearded stud that sat by the bar beside her had cut off his words. Things shifted in the bar and you could practically feel and see the atmosphere change in the restaurant. Things shifted and it almost seemed as Atlas had said fuck it and got someone else to carry on the weight of the world. Unfortunately that job couldn’t be done by anyone else and the world came crashing down.
Simon and his brothers had shifted immediately. The sound of chatter from other customers had quickly came to a complete stop. It was like an orchestrated piece that had hit a caesura in the music sheet. The gentleman before her had blocked about sixty percent of her view, so she wasn’t certain what exactly had been going on. Although she could see that people between the bar and the rest of the restaurant had been parted like the red sea and what stood at the end was someone hardly close to who you would call Moses exactly.
The shimmering glint of the metal had been reflected. The one who stood at the end of the parted sea of people held it up. Barrel pointed and aimed in the direction of the bar where all the Bates had been standing. The adrenaline had been pumping in Sienna’s veins as she stood behind Simon. She was watching the scene unfold, which would be like her many Christmas days. Someone would always be yelling and a burnt turkey was almost always thrown out the back door and eaten by the stray dogs in the neighborhood. It was a holiday that was never successful. Just like this scene unfolding was unsuccessful. She had no idea how things would end up. Would someone get shot? Honestly the fear of it all and the high stakes was a bit of a turn on. Then again Sienna was into the bad boys these days.
The peak of the action happened when Jona hobbled out with his cane and smacked down on the boy. Secretly Sienna wanted some kind of action to happen as bad as it were to sound. She did feel bad for the mess of everything that happened and the stuff Jona was going to have to do to fix up his Little Lady. Soon the one that wield the gun had left the premises and the Bates had relaxed some again.
"A regular night at The Little Lady, am I right?" The youngest Bates had asked her, and that returned a smirk onto Sienna’s face as she faced him. “Totally.” She responded shaking her head lightly and leaned up against the bar a bit and watched as the sea of people flooded back into the path that was no longer cleared up. “What were you going to ask before you were ever so rudely interrupted?”