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Post by stormaf on Sept 22, 2005 21:38:36 GMT -5
The bard was packing up his lute as Sayah sashayed between the tables, ringing her handbell and calling out to the patrons.
"Time, gentlemen! Last call," she shouted.
As she passed by one table, a man's arm snaked out to grasp her, but she deftly sidestepped him.
"Now Cady," she wagged a finger at him, "You know better than that! You don't want my brother to have to come out, now do you?"
The man blanched and hastily yanked his arm back, putting it harmlessly on the table with his glass, "No, miz Sayah! There's no reason to bother his lordship."
Sayah smiled brightly. Her brother probably wasn't too interested in throwing the man out anyway, not that she couldn't do that herself, but she had an image to uphold.
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Post by shadowfax on Sept 25, 2005 9:00:14 GMT -5
Jasmine entered the pub, hoping to get a drink, and have a seat. She sat down at a small table, and glanced around the room. Mostly it was just men, but there were a few women here and there. She sighed, and leaned back in her chair, waiting for a waitress of some sort to come take her order.
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Post by stormaf on Sept 25, 2005 9:31:33 GMT -5
Seeing the newcomer, Sayah headed her way fully intending to tell the woman that the pub was closing. She looked tired though, and Sayah felt compassion for her.
"We're about to close," the vampiress said, "But I'm sure I can find something for you. It'll be at least a half a candle before this lot starts rolling home, anyway. What can I get for you?"
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Post by shadowfax on Sept 25, 2005 9:34:48 GMT -5
Jasmie gave her a gratful smile. "Just a mug of warm coffee. I havn't had that in a long time" she told her. SHe glanced around the room. "If you need help getting these people out, i would be honored to help you" she stated
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Post by stormaf on Sept 26, 2005 10:36:57 GMT -5
Looking tempted, but uncertain, Sayah told her, "We could use some help around the place..." She frowned slightly and then brightened, "I'll get your coffee and I'll send the 'lord and master' out to talk with you. Will that be all you'll be wanting?" The lovely lass smiled, "I've got some fresh scones that won't be quite as fresh tomorrow, if you're interested."
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Post by shadowfax on Sept 27, 2005 7:05:43 GMT -5
Jasmine shook her head, "Just a coffee please, and thank you" she said with a smile. She sighed as the waitress walked off, and looked around the room once more. More people in here were gentlemen. In fact, everyone except herself and the waitress were gentlemen. They must run the show in this country.. she thought to herself as she leaned back in her chair once more, waiting for the 'lord and master' and her coffee
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Post by stormaf on Sept 27, 2005 9:59:55 GMT -5
Sayah pushed the double-hinged door open and let it swing back and forth behind her as she entered the kitchen. Her brother sat at a tiny kitchen table, working at the pub's books. From the frown on his face, they weren't matching up well this week either.
"Damnit all!" Dakhan leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head, a pencil dangling from the fingers of one hand. "This week's as bad as last week."
Sayah bustled over to the coffee percolator that was always bubbling on the stove and grabbed a clean mug from the sideboard. "If you'd quit giving all our money away to the farmers, we'd have a bit for ourselves."
Dakhan gave her a grimace and let one hand fall to scratch his head, tousling up his mop of black hair even more, "Some of them are worse off than we are, Sayah. At least we can eat."
She hesitated near the kitchen door, "That's true. There's never any shortage of blood or willing donors."
She touched the door and then paused, remembering what she had told the woman, "There's a lady outside ---"
Dakhan's outlook improved at her words and Sayah hurried to finish, before he got the wrong idea.
"--And she's new in town and she might want to work for us and I told her you'd be out to talk to her."
Her brother yawned and parked his pencil on the table. Then he stood up.
"I swear, you have it as bad as I do for the charity cases," he remarked with a grin as he ran his fingers through his hair, "I'll be out in a moment. Anything will be better than doing our books."
Sayah gave him a quick smile as she thrust her way through the swinging door. Coffee in hand, she headed for the woman, who sat staring around her table at the other patrons of the pub.
"Here you go," Sayah said as she set the steaming mug in front of her customer, "He'll be right out."
One of the other patrons dropped a glass and Sayah gave his table a wry look before she turned back to Jasmine.
"'S'cuse me," she patted the tabletop and trotted off calling, "Anton, that's the third glass this week. You're bloody lucky you run the glassworks. You owe me four now."
As Sayah detoured to grab a broom and cloth, a beautiful but masculine-looking young man sauntered out of the kitchen. Sayah gave him a hasty grin, before she went to clean up Anton's breakage. She pointed out Jasmine's table and the man nodded.
He came to Jasmine's table with a long lithe stride and an easy confidence. In his wake, he left a great number of his customers eyeing him with fear. Some gave him genuine smiles, but the majority of them were definitely nervous at his appearance.
Dakhan pulled out the chair opposite Jasmine and sat down. He lay both of his hands on the tabletop and laced his long fingers together. He was breathtakingly handsome and had been very tall when standing. He was lean and moved with the grace of a well-muscled man used to using himself. He dressed casually but nicely.
"I understand that you're a newcomer to our little town?" He asked with a careful smile, "Are you visiting friends or family?"
He cast his eyes to his hands in front of him, "I know I sound nosey, but if you've no place to stay, we've got extra rooms and you can have one if you take a job." He looked up at her quickly, "Or even if you don't want a job. I never get anything out right the first time."
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Post by shadowfax on Sept 28, 2005 9:14:09 GMT -5
Jasmine was about to reply with a thank-you, but then the man broke the glass, she she just muttered a thank-you. She took a sip of her coffee, and waited for the 'master and lord' to show. She looked around, and her eyes followed Sayah as she hurried to clean up the mess.
She took another sip of her coffee, and found that he was entering the room. Her eyes follwed him as he made his way across the room toward her. She felt the tension in the room, and could sense all the fear that was radiating from all the people in the room. She didn't let his looks rattle her. She had seen many a men, many of them just as handsom as he was, and just as tall and intimidating. She had been with many a man just like him too.
She smiled sweetly when he sat down. She set her mug down on the table. She nodded slightly, "Yes, i am a new comer in this town, and i dont think i'll be staying long here, but if you do need another person, i would be glad to work here. As for the rooms, that would be wonderful." she watched his hands as they figeted slightly. "I dont need much pay, for if i need money, i can telegram for money. My parents will send it quickly" she told him.
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Post by stormaf on Sept 29, 2005 18:57:59 GMT -5
Dakhan found it refreshing to speak with someone, aside from his sister, who didn't look at him and believe that he had ulterior motives.
"We could use the help, as you can see," he let his eyes wander to Sayah on her hands and knees picking up bits of glass that the broom missed. "There're just the two of us and the workload is rather spectacular."
He gave Jasmine a pretty smile, "So you'd be doing us a favor by helping us out. I'm sure that Sayah would rather spend her time in the kitchen fixing dinners and such.
"So if you're willing the job and the room are yours."
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Post by shadowfax on Sept 29, 2005 20:45:07 GMT -5
Jasmine smiled, "You've got yourself a waitress. When can i start?" she asked, fixing a loose hair behind her ear, "Because i can start whenever" she added
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Post by stormaf on Oct 1, 2005 22:42:18 GMT -5
The chair creaked as Dakhan leaned back in it, letting his hands fall to his lap.
"Well, that's a done deal, isn't it?" His dark eyes sparkled, "Since we're nearly closed now, why don't I just show you to your room? You can rest up tonight. We start pretty early in the morning."
The tall man stood fluidly and was at her side in an instant offering her a hand to rise.
"Do you have any things with you?"
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Post by shadowfax on Oct 1, 2005 23:36:58 GMT -5
Polite as she was, she took his offered hand and stood up, letting it go once she was standing. "No, i dont have anything with me, except for everything i have on me. Is there a certain attire that i need to wear to work here?" she asked
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Post by stormaf on Oct 3, 2005 21:49:45 GMT -5
Dakhan relished the feel of her warm hand in his chill one, "Nope, nothing special. Just clothes. I would recommend something not too revealing." He gave her an apologetic smile, "Some of the local boys tend to get a bit touchy-feely after a few cold ones."
He started towards the kitchen and then waited for her to catch up. It was almost as if he was a will'o'the wisp luring an unwary traveller to her doom; at least that is what some of his customers thought. With his dark beauty and languid moves, he was looked on as strange and not a little bit threatening, especially with the rumor of bloodsucking vampires roving about the town.
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Post by shadowfax on Oct 3, 2005 22:44:08 GMT -5
Jasmine followed after him without a doubt in her mind. She was going to have a job, and a place to stay. And her parents told her that everyone was mean outside the kingdom. She then relized that he spoke to her. "Oh, yes, dont worry, i have nothing but what i'm wearing, and this isn't too revealing" she stated, following him to the kitchen
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Post by stormaf on Oct 6, 2005 18:12:42 GMT -5
Dakhan escorted her through the swinging kitchen door and into the brightly lit kitchen. On the table, the pub's account books sat open and ignored. A quick glance would tell anyone that the pub was in the red more than the black.
The vampire led Jasmine to another door, one that was held open by a brick. Beyond lay a hallway with six doors lining it. At the very end was a bathroom, its door open and its light off. Porcelain gleamed with light reflected from the kitchen.
Dakhan stopped in front of a nearby door, pulled a wad of keys from his pocket and opened its lock. Stepping back, he beckoned her inside.
The room was nicely furnished. Everything seemed to be antique, from the furniture to the wallpaper, and it was tastefully done.
"The decor is Sayah's idea," Dakhan said with embarrassment, "I'm not that clever with colors."
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