Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Feb 25, 2010 11:15:01 GMT 1
People everywhere, noise, lights and the smell of cooking oil. Work. Again. Only without the leering men. Mostly.
Looking around with usual disdain, Sephora absently picked up on the conversation of the couple at the table a few rows over. Really, she didn’t need to hear about their sex life, but then again with her hearing, it was hard not to know about people’s sex lives in Scores.
Deciding that it was an appropriate moment - or inappropriate depending on your point of view - to interrupt them, she sashayed over to take their order, offering a smile to the guy as she did. She had to have some fun in this job after all.
Copying down their orders, Sephora wasn't really paying attention, despite inwardly feeling incredibly smug about the girl’s glare. Ha. Any smile dropped off her face as soon as she turned her back to walk away again, heading over towards the bar. And the second reason she was beginning to regret her reassignment up here.
Rickie Connery.
If someone had told her that he’d come with the upstairs package, she would have been close to begging to stay down where she’d been before. There was nothing more frustrating than asking for something and then having to wait for ten minutes to get it while you stood around getting gradually more pissed off. Sephora had thought that she was escaping him by coming to the restaurant, but oh how wrong she had been.
Stalking over to the bar, she thrust the order sheet at the tall barman. Fuck, why did all the bad luck have to be dumped on her? It was like a cloud of misfortune was following her around. She really needed an umbrella.
“These people need their drinks made,” she said in a bored but demanding tone, checking her long fingernails for any signs of dirt or chipped polish. Not even waiting for his reply, whatever rubbish he might mumble as usual, she continued to groom her appearance, smoothing out any creases in her uniform and tidying her hair. Anything to keep her amused for the space of about a minute and a half.
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Rickie Connery
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Scores Bartender
Pfft me crazy? No way.
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Post by Rickie Connery on Feb 27, 2010 13:09:03 GMT 1
Life, was it all worth it? To those that weren’t alone and fucked up in a way that made people want to avoid going within a one hundred metre radius of them it probably was. To Rickie, the sufferer of both aforementioned problems, on the other hand it was beginning to seem like it wasn’t. Before he’d come to the conclusion he would be alone forever he’d sort of known he was fucked up, only he hadn’t wanted and still didn’t want to admit it. In fact, no, he was fine there was nothing wrong with him time couldn’t fix. But then, why had Lilly disappeared without a word?
It wasn’t the fact that the girl had disappeared that was bothering the bartender; it was the fact that he didn’t miss her no matter how much he wanted to. The young man hadn’t gotten upset when she hadn’t returned his letters or when he’d found the cottage she’d been renting empty. The whole time he’d remained impassive, just waiting for the hurt and anger to wash over him but it had never come. Often Rickie wondered whether or not it was like his flashbacks, maybe it just needed a trigger?
Standing behind the bar in the quiet Scores restaurant, the tall man frowned and stared unblinkingly off into space. It wasn’t until a very familiar voice sounded that his thoughts of a particular red headed artist were broken. Sephora Forrest stood in front of him looking as beautiful but sounding as patronising as ever. Rickie knew it was because of how edgy he was all the time that the girl disliked him and just like the doormat he had become he put up with her attitude just like every other night their shifts coincided.
She thrust the drink order at the bartender with the same amount of disdain on her face as in her voice. Rickie didn’t even bother saying anything to her, instead just taking the slip and setting off to gather the drinks needed to create the outrageous cocktail that one of the two patrons had ordered. Slowly but surely he got the order done, it wasn’t entirely perfect –there was a bit too much vodka but still would taste good.
”Here, there’s the first one done,” the man said blankly, placing the glass on a tray and then scurrying off the get the second drink of the order. It was a firewhiskey so nothing too hard but somehow the tall barman still managed to take minutes to get it ready. He’d apologized so many times for his speed, or lack thereof so doing it once more, especially with Sephora, would be redundant. ”Ready to go,” he said simply, motioning for the waitress to take the tray away.
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Sephora Forrest
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Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Feb 27, 2010 15:33:46 GMT 1
After about a million years Rickie finally had the first drink ready. Sephora’s patience had run out… about a minute and a half ago. How long did it take to mix a fucking drink really? Was it really that difficult? Why Silas employed such incompetent people she would never know.
Watching his departing form with growing annoyance, she wondered whether his height was the problem. The guy was so tall it was practically a disability, but even a giant could move faster than him if it put its mind to it. She sighed loudly, leaning up against the counter to try and see what on earth was taking him so long. It was only a Firewhiskey for god’s sake! Why the enormous wait?
“You know, some time this century might be nice!” Sephora called out sarcastically. She had been tempted to say while she was still young, but she didn’t want to be waiting there for the rest of eternity.
Finally the tall form of the barman reappeared, but she didn’t stop tapping her foot - which she’d started doing out of boredom - until he was at least within ear shot for added effect. By now her temper was paper thin, and she would have to break something expendable later to get rid of her frustration. Nothing like breaking something to improve one’s mood.
“About bloody time,” she mumbled under her breath as the glass was placed on the tray in front of her. She was about to collect the tray and go stomping off in a bad mood when Rickie waved her to go off.
Now in normal circumstances where she wasn’t as pissed off or annoyed this wouldn’t have made much bearing on her at all, but for whatever reason today, her temper snapped. Grabbing the tray with a jerk, she made to swing around, but deliberately dropped it at her feet - sending the silver tray clattering noisily to the floor and the glasses shattering sending their contents messily all over the place.
“Oops,” she said, her tone anything but sorry. Somehow the glass and spilt drinks had avoided her shoes, but just to be on the safe side, she stepped back. Looking over expectantly at the bartender with a half smirk on her face, she said, “Well, aren’t you going to clean up this mess? You’re the one with the wand - I left mine at home by accident. Oh, and then you might want to mix those drinks again - customers will be waiting.”
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Rickie Connery
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Scores Bartender
Pfft me crazy? No way.
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Post by Rickie Connery on Feb 28, 2010 9:23:21 GMT 1
There had been nothing out of the ordinary. Waving off the drinks was something he always did but for some reason Sephora didn’t look as though she was pleased with him. Rickie sighed, dealing with her was more difficult than anything he’d faced under fire, well that’s what it felt like sometimes at least. He went to move off to help another waitress fill her order but before he moved off he threw one last glance at Seph to check things were okay with the drinks. They most certainly weren’t.
The piercing sound of glass shattering on a hard floor made the young man jump out of his skin and then duck habitually behind the bar. There were a few flashbacks of trenches and artillery fire but thanks to the calm atmosphere of the restaurant he was up again staring at the brunette waitress in no time at all. Although she’d said oops she looked and sounded anything but sorry, leading Rickie to believe the breaking of the glasses had been deliberate. And then she had the nerve to speak to him the way she did.
An irrational, bubbling anger washed over the tall bartender. ”You’re the waitress, you do the cleaning. I got people to serve and so do you. You can go to those people over there and explain to them that they’re not getting their drinks because you deliberately dropped them because you think the entire fucking world revolves around you. Thank God you didn’t get any alcohol on your shoes because that would have been devastating for you,” he growled, whipping out his wand as though to clean up the puddle of sticky, sweet drink.
With a flick the entirety of the liquid gave a violent lurch and sloshed all over Sephora’s shoes. "Oops," he mocked the girl in the same tone she'd used with him. ”If I’m not doing a good enough job you can do it but I doubt you would because you’d be too busy worrying about whether you’d chip a nail. You are such an immature, sour, prissy bitch,” Rickie snarled, ”No wonder you dress like a cheap whore, it’s the only way you’re ever going to get a man’s attention and even then it won’t be for very long because, trust me, your personality will send them running.”
Wow, it had been a long time since he’d yelled at anyone. It felt good to not be meek and quiet for once.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Feb 28, 2010 9:57:52 GMT 1
Amazingly, the barkeeper seemed to have found his voice all of a sudden. Sephora was used to walking all over his so the outburst was kind of a shock.
“Am I talking to myself? I don’t have my wand moron – what do you want me to do? Grab a cloth and wipe it up myself? Do I look like a servant to you?” she said in an annoyed voice, somehow still maintaining the tone like she was talking to a three year old. “Because if you’re even more deranged than I first thought, there is no way in fuck I am going to be getting down on my hands and knees anywhere near you.”
It seemed for a second he’d backed down and seen reason, as he pulled out his wand. Why he didn’t clean it up without question was beyond her, but at least something finally seemed to have clicked in that thick skull of his.
And that’s when the spilt liquid promptly flew up and soaked her shoes. No. Fucking. Way.
She stood there for a moment, completely and utterly stunned. There was no way that had been an accident – even Rickie wasn’t that much of a dunce that he could muck up a spell that drastically. If she’d been mildly pissed off before, that couldn’t begin to come close to describing how quickly her temper had been blasted sky high. Taunt her, tease her, wet her uniform, wet her hair, but do not destroy the fucking shoes. They had been some of her favourite black heels, and they hadn’t been cheap either! Now they were ruined!
As Rickie continued to rant, her expression grew darker and darker – temper barely contained behind her mask of fury.
“You fucking prick!” she exclaimed when he was finally done, taking an aggressive step forwards. “Now look what you’ve done! Have you any idea how much these cost? Calling me immature? I dropped the tray because I over balanced, and you dump spilt alcohol on my shoes? I can completely see the maturity there! Nice to know you’re a pervert as well as a hypocrite. We work in an ex strip club dumb ass! It’s called a uniform – I was my job to wear it! It’s not my fault that you were too ugly to run around in skimpy outfits – the whole point of business is to attract customers, not scare them away!”
He hadn’t seen her running around outside work had he? She hoped not, otherwise her angry outburst might be undermined rather quickly.
“You’d better be prepared to pay for the mess you made! You could have just cleaned it up with a flick of your wand but ohhh no! Destroying more property is clearly the best course of action here! I applaud your logic!”
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Rickie Connery
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Scores Bartender
Pfft me crazy? No way.
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Post by Rickie Connery on Mar 17, 2010 8:04:41 GMT 1
She should have stopped talking in favour of just doing her job. Anger, at almost irrational levels, rose up through Rickie. It twisted his stomach and made his face grow red with pure ire. Maturity and the maters or were ignored, how could anyone be mature in a situation that had been coming for weeks. The man had wanted to teach Sephora a lesson; that he was not to be used and abused anymore and none of her snarky words would do anything to stop it.
”I don’t care how much they cost you, if you had just done your job they wouldn’t be wet now would they? I’m the barman, I don’t handle the spilled shit; that’s part of your job,” he said fiercely. A sceptic snort issued from the tall young man at the girl’s insistence it had been a simple accident. ”I’ve seen overbalancing,” Rickie snarled, ”and that was not it.” What did Sephora take him for? He wasn’t the lumbering, clumsy fool she gave him credit for. As a medic he knew almost all body language; reading it was crucial to when it came to knowing whether someone was lying about whether they were fine or not.
The frown on the barman’s face deepened when the girl called him a hypocrite; so what? He sort of knew his personality sucked, she on the other hand needed to be enlightened. ”There’s the uniform and then there’s what you do with it and you’re the one scaring off customers. You waltz around here as if you own then place but when it comes to actually doing your fucking job you act as though you don’t want to be here. You’re vain, nasty, conceded, snobby and, hell, a plain bitch to me and to customers. If you don’t want to work here or with me get the fuck out,” he yelled forcefully, pointing a large hand towards the door.
”I’m not paying for a God damn thing. Instead you’re going to shut the fuck up and go tell those customers that you got impatient and dropped the drinks they’d been patiently waiting for. You should also tell them that you don’t have any idea how to be a waitress. I may be slow at getting the drinks but unlike you I actually do my job and do it well,” Rickie finished, drawing himself up to full height which was nearly head and shoulders above Sephora. She was either going to listen to him or argue back and as much as he wanted it to be the first option there was no doubt in his mind that it would be the second. If it was the second, he was ready with the adrenaline fuelling his anger and resolve to stand up for himself.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Mar 17, 2010 10:30:06 GMT 1
The argument was beginning to get heated, and Sephora could tell by Rickie’s expression his temper was well beyond fraying at the edges. Not that her temper was any better – it was far worse – but after her initial outburst of pure hatred and fury, her brain had calmed down marginally enough to think about her arguments… sort of.
“If you weren’t so fucking clumsy my shoes would be dry! What is your problem?” she complained, her voice still raised and exasperated. “Can’t man up to the fact you just mucked up your spell? Or can’t admit you just deliberately wrecked my shoes!”
“Was it really so hard to help out a girl in need? All it would have taken was a few swishes of your wand there and hey presto, things cleaned up. Do you always have to make things that much more difficult?” Of course he did – he was Rickie Connery, the man whose soul purpose seemed to be annoying her.
“Me? Scaring off customers? Did it never occur to you that the waitresses were just as much a part of attracting the crowds as the dancers were before the renovations? If there’s anything that’s got the crowds going elsewhere it’s the shocking service this place has thanks to it hiring out incompetent bartenders. I might enjoy my job more if it didn’t involve dealing with morons like you – I didn’t see that in the job description.”
Better not add that she didn’t enjoy her job mostly – she was in it for the nice shoes (the ones that didn’t get ruined anyway) and the money, which since moving up to the restaurant has significantly decreased anyway.
Rickie was becoming more worked up, and now she was trying to shamelessly taunt him into doing something stupid. The temptation to slap his accusing hand away when he gestured at the door and stab him viciously in the chest with a finger of her own was barely contained, and she wondered whether she might be able to provoke him into violence. There was no doubt in her mind that if it came to anything physical and no wands involved, she would be the victor. She’d get in serious trouble for throwing the first punch, but if she could claim self defense it would turn out one hell of a lot better.
“You seem to be the one with more problems with your job than I do. Don’t like it? Why don’t you go fuck a bush? I’d really like to see you try and make me leave tough guy. You don’t have the guts – coward that you are. I bet you run and hide to whatever poor bitch is stuck with you as a girlfriend at the first sign of trouble and cry about your troubles every night. I bet she has to tuck you in like the little child you are and leave your light on so the bad guys don’t come and get you. Maybe you should go fetch your cuddle blanket right now – looks like it’s past your bedtime.”
Was there a reason she shouldn’t go and try to bite him as pay back for this later? Si would probably be mildly pissed at her to say the least. And after this she suspected she would need to be on his good side.
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Rickie Connery
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Scores Bartender
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Post by Rickie Connery on Mar 28, 2010 7:41:08 GMT 1
”There’s a girl in need and then there’s you. Why would anyone want to help you? There’s no point in helping someone if all they’re going to do is snark back at you,” the retort was sharp, much sharper than anything Sephora would have been used to from Rickie. The slow, lumbering and passive bartender was gone, replaced with a fiery man that had not been seen since he had left the battlefields bleeding on a stretcher. ”What? Swishes like this?” he asked, feigning stupidity and waving his wand in the direction of the puddle. In an instant the mess on the floor and on the girl’s shoes were gone.
She spoke as if he deliberately went out to ruin her day and make everything difficult. Paranoid, she had to be. The other waitresses were patient with him and knew he was nervous and jumpy which made him slow. Sephora on the other hand refused to acknowledge that and take it all personally. It was official; she was paranoid, selfish and a nasty person.
”I’m not as stupid as you think I am and you have no idea how lucky you and I are to have a safe and secure job like this one. I may be incompetent but, unlike you, I can admit that so I can change it. You need to get over yourself so you can do a better job and learn to work with idiots like me,” he snarled. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a reasonable lid on his notorious temper. He’d dealt with people like Seph before; soldiers too proud or stupid to admit they wanted his help, those that were dying and those that had lost friends. They’d all yelled at him like this and he’d yelled back.
Most of the stuff the girl shouted was easy to ignore but the quip about the girlfriend nearly broke the young man. Lilly had left him, vanished without any word probably because of the flashbacks and jumpiness. ”Yeah well, here’s something I’m sure you’ll be delighted to hear; I don’t have anyone. I’m alone, are you happy?” Rickie snapped. He wanted so much to hit her but she was a girl and he was better than that. She was right about him not being able to make her leave so it looked as though he’d be handing in his two weeks’ notice in the morning.
”I’m sick of dealing with you. It’s not my fault you came up to the restaurant, which just so happens to be the only place I can work because it’s peaceful. You have absolutely no idea what you’re fucking talking about. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I’ve been through, what I’m still going through, so take your snide remarks and condemnation elsewhere.”
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Sephora Forrest
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Dhampir
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 26, 2010 6:14:35 GMT 1
Sephora could think of several reasons why people might want to help her, not the least of which being she would leave them to bleed out on the street if they didn’t. She wasn’t going to mention this however, because a) he had a wand, and b) because she wasn’t about to announce to the entire restaurant she was a vampire. Sephora had no idea how proficient Rickie was with his spells, or whether it was just Si she had to avoid pissing off, but she certainly wasn’t about to risk anything.
Rickie waved his wand about, and just like magic all of the mess on the floor and her shoes disappeared. Sephora scowled at the bartender, despite having to crane her neck to do so, once again resisting the urge to do something incredibly violent. She had to concentrate on not curling her upper lip in distaste as well: she didn’t want to risk flashing her fangs about here as she might have in other situations. That wouldn’t go down well.
Despite the fact that the alcohol had disappeared, she had no guarantee that there would be no lasting damage to her shoes. Alcohol was never good to spill on anything, even for a short length of time.
She scoffed when he said he wasn’t stupid – bullshit! A tortoise would beat his thought process in a race! All the same, it looked like his high horse was very high indeed – who was he to be giving her life lessons? She certainly didn’t need advice from some lonely bartender with anger issues. The way he put it made him sound like a victim when clearly she was the one being harassed here – her shoes could potentially be ruined forever!
A malicious half grinned tugged at her lips when finally it seemed one of her insults might have done the trick – he looked none too pleased about that comment. It didn’t surprise her in the slightest that he didn’t have one – who would put up with this shit voluntarily? – but it looked like it was a sore spot none the less.
“Sick of dealing with me? You have got to be fucking kidding me! It’s not my fault you’re damaged goods – no wonder no girl would date you in their right mind!” retorted Sephora, attitude dripping off every word in an attempt to make him do something really stupid. “You want me to leave? Why don’t you try and make me big boy?”
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Rickie Connery
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Scores Bartender
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Post by Rickie Connery on Apr 26, 2010 8:41:15 GMT 1
Belittlement, condemnation, disapproval, blame. A Medic’s job was never an easy one and when those things from the men that one thought were brothers with was thrown into the mix tempers were bound to flare. After giving them everything he had they would turn on him and he would be left beaten, defeated but not this time. Many a time Rickie had been pushed into giving as much as he got and for the first time in almost a year Sephora had succeeded in using up what little emotional patience the bartender had had left.
She openly scoffed at him, goaded and taunted him. It was like it was all nothing more than a game to her. That’s what it felt like. That Lilly had been a joke played on him, only ever dating him so she could joke about him to people like Sephora afterwards. Joke about he was jumpy, convinced a flickering light or a loud noise was a shell exploding or machine gun fire. But she didn’t understand, neither did Sephora. How could anyone expect him to be normal after what he’d seen? The high horse that it was presumed he sat astride was nothing more than a weary, ragged Shetland pony belonging to a world weary rider.
”You shut your mouth, you have no idea what you’re going on about,” Rickie warned sharply. He was not damaged, not like people kept saying and anymore reminders of how he’d probably spend the rest of his life alone would probably shatter his brittle restraint. Underneath his loose clothing the bartender’s muscles tensed making the scar tissue across his body tighten uncomfortably. Part of Rickie wanted to tell her about everything he’d been through just to make her look like an idiot but he vowed to himself that he wouldn’t share his past, not with anyone (except Muck, his cat) and the vow was unbreakable.
”At least I can take comfort in the fact that I won’t be the only one dying alone. What man in their right mind would date you.” The retort was unusually fast for Rickie. Adrenaline was sharpening his mind. ”No, I can’t make you go but security can,” the young man retorted. He whistled piercingly to get the bouncer’s attention and then beckoned at Sephora to signal he wanted her removal. ”Save your dignity and leave before you’re thrown out. We’re done here Sephora.” Coolly he turned from the girl and walked away.
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