Penelope Vincents's Story

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Penelope ran a tired hand over her face as she hurried to wipe the grime that was seemingly glued on the round table. She'd been on the job for about half an hour and she was yet to make a dent on the brown stain. It just wouldn't budge, no matter how hard she wiped or how much cleaning liquid she sprayed on it. A glance at the clock hanging above the counter stated that it was precisely ten in the evening and it fueled Penelope's drive to get the job done. She heard of the party in the casino at eight, and she sure was hell wasn't going to miss it because of some stain that refused to be cleaned. It was already two hours in the party and she knew that people would be wasted and high or a combination of both, so it was prime time to make her entrance. Maybe even win herself easy money on the dice games and the roulette. She definitely needed the cash if she was taking the time to work on a hole in the wall like this.

She sighed, dropping the cloth on the table in defeat. Sure she earned a lot from her winnings, but gambling was gambling and she often found herself without a penny to her name. She definitely didn't want to end up going homeless because she couldn't pay the rent or whatnot, so the job at the cafe had been a necessary evil. And by evil, she meant evil. She tossed a glance towards the shop owner, a big Russian woman with fiery red hair and a glare that chilled the bloods in Penelope's veins, who was watching her with a curious tint in her eyes. Penelope threw her hands up in surrender and said, "Just throw the damn table away. I'll pay for it on my next shift."

Mrs. Duvlov said nothing, and Penelope took that as her cue to leave. She jumped over the counter, eliciting a reprimand from the Russian, and dropped her apron on one of the hooks, ignoring her boss completely. She slid her way towards the locker room where she stripped herself of the ugly uniform and put on her usual clothes - a dark leather jacket on top of a white sheer top and tight jeans. She took off her glasses and put on her contacts, struggling only a bit at applying them properly without a mirror. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses and smirked to no one in particular. She didn't need to see herself to know that she looked good. She felt good and that was almost always enough.

She tossed a lousy salute to her boss before bolting it out of there, half-running the couple of blocks from the cafe to the Web. As per usual, her half-run, half-strut gathered her some appreciative looks, to which she only grinned in response. It was part of being a demon, it seemed. Humans just got attracted to you even when you did absolutely nothing. It was both a blessing and a curse, as she still had worries that maybe her girlfriend was just with her because she was her guardian demon. Granted, Courtney didn't know of her true identity yet.

She shook her head minutely at herself. She didn't have the time to dwell on such matters. She had arrived at the Web already, only shooting the guard a smile before she was allowed in with a small bow. She stepped into the establishment, already feeling the adrenaline of gambling bring the grin to her lips. She held her arms out and shouted at the top of her voice, "Dr. Dicer has entered the building!" She received quite a few hoots in response as she reached into her pockets and pulled out her trademark pair of dice. "Well then. Shall we make some money?"