Member No.: 352
Joined: 7-May 12
drifting off into the candlelight
where I can find you any old time
i forgot how good it felt to be in a dream just like you had me
There was nothing better after a successful job then rewarding herself with a well deserved drink. Well, maybe besides a good tussle between the sheets. Yet seeing as she was short a man at the moment to entertain her in that way, she would settle for a drink at her favorite bar. Perhaps if she had a normal job, she be out celebrating with friends or curled up with a boyfriend at home celebrating. But Katerina did not have a normal job, nor did she ever want one. No matter what it meant her life lacked, this was who she was meant to be. It was who her father would want her to be; God rest his soul. She was content drinking alone in celebration if that is what this job meant, or at least she was convinced that she was. Sure there were times that he wanted the job and something more, but it always seemed to come down to one or the other. She knew what her choice would always end up being between those things.
She fixed her hair in the bathroom mirror, thinking over her job. It was a quick kill; a little too quick, in fact. Of course her clients were happy that things had been resolved for them without any incidents and they could all get back to their businesses with discretion. Yet that did not satisfy Kat’s desire for a true challenge. She was excellent at her job, though she would argue that she was the best at it, but that did not stop her want for something that even put her skills to the test. She mad her way back out, finding herself a seat the bar, ”Whiskey on the rocks.” She asked quickly, not bothering to even look up at who was tending to the bar tonight.
words: 310ish | tag: completely open! I don't care who takes this
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Member No.: 304
Joined: 16-April 12
always putting myself in these situations♥
Stella was only starting to realize just how much time she spent at the bar, and not all of it could be blamed on Nico's interference in her life. Stella had never really been a creature of habit, but lately she had realized that her preferred haunt when not working or trying to find work was Nico's place of business, even when he wasn't working. It was becoming something of a safe haven, and internally the thought scared her. She’d never really had a place that she considered to be special to her, and yet when given the choice, this was the bar she hit, every single time. There would be a client meeting soon, but not for a few hours. Lately she’d been spending most of her time in the Cooper’s pocket, allowing them to monopolize her time. They paid well, didn’t often ask her to do much (scare tactics had been the goal over murder lately), let her borrow Connor whenever she needed the muscle, and didn’t make her paranoid enough to up the security on her place more than she normally would for a job. Dominic Cooper seemed to be, for all his faults, fairly true to his word. She didn’t worry about him taking her out anytime soon, and it was a good feeling to finally settle into a routine that didn’t involve looking over her shoulder every five steps.
That routine was, of course, completely shattered as she saw who was sitting at the bar. To say that Stella and Katerina were rivals would be like saying most cats do not appreciate water: an understatement if ever there was one. Stella’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, wondering just what the hell she was doing there. The two women had made it a point to avoid one another if they could help it. It wasn’t like Stella had exactly made it known that this was her bar, but that was how she’d come to think of it and finding out that Katerina was invading on her territory got her hackles raised. Walking a bit more determinedly to the bar, Stella slid onto a stool near the other woman, leaving an empty one in between them. She had a gun in her handbag and two knives on her person, but they were both professional and she doubted it would come to that. There were far too many people (and security cameras) for an all out brawl to occur. Pushing her hair behind her shoulder, she shot Katerina tight lipped smile before motioning for the bartender. “I’d like a rum and coke, if you will.” She smiled before turning back to Katerina. “So, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought you’d prefer something a little more... sophisticated? This hardly looks to be your kind of scene.”
SHE EXPECTED THE WORLD BUT IT FLEW AWAY FROM HER REACH SO SHE RAN AWAY IN HER SLEEP AND DREAMED OF PARA-PARA-PARADISE, PARA-PARA-PARADISE, PARA-PARA-PARADISE EVERY TIME SHE CLOSED HER EYES. WHEN SHE WAS JUST A GIRL SHE EXPECTED THE WORLD BUT IT FLEW AWAY FROM HER REACH AND THE BULLETS CATCH IN HER TEETH. LIFE GOES ON, IT GETS SO HEAVY THE WHEEL BREAKS THE BUTTERFLY EVERY TEAR A WATERFALL, IN THE NIGHT THE STORMY NIGHT SHE'LL CLOSE HER EYES, IN THE NIGHT THE STORMY NIGHT AWAY SHE'D FLY.