March 10th, 2017 at 12:57am
@ BearGirl
(I had a thought that since this is modern times, she'd be a DJ and she mixes her own voice into the songs)
Charmaine sat outside of their small apartment, her legs draped over the fire escape where the cool metal pressed against her skin. If you looked closely, underneath her torn fishnets, you would see blue scales. Charmaine ran her fingers along them, grateful they just looked like tattoos to most mortals. She should be getting ready for her first night at the bar, but she could not get herself to get up from this spot. The fresh air filled her lungs in between her drags of smoke, which is probably something that a siren shouldn't do, but Charmaine was not really one for rules. She finished her cigarette, down to the filter and then dropped it down to watch it fluter from the 11th floor to the ground. If she stayed right here, in this spot, then the Hunter would never find them. If she did not move from right here, then they would literally never have to move again. Charmaine was tired of moving.
Charmaine sighed, knowing that Aurora (her roommate) would be so angry with her for giving up. Aurora was persistent in them living as normal a life as they could. She stood up, grabbed her boots as she walked out and slipped them on lazily. "Aurora," she called, "I'm going to work." She slammed the door behind her. She didn't want Aurora to fuss over her or make a scene. If she wanted to, she'd come to see Charmaine's show or she'd stay home. Charmaine had many shows.
She knocked on the back door, flashed her new found badge to the bouncer and walked in. The DJ before her was already mixing music to fill the time slots and she smirked. He was good, but he was missing something - he was missing a siren's voice. It was probably unfair, but using her own particular set of skills seemed like the best way to simply survive. She walked over to the bar, she was twenty minutes early and could use a drink.
"Tequila, please," she said, lazily to the bartender, focusing her attention the DJ spinning.
Bennie wiped the bar, watching the usual crowd of people traveling in. He took a swig from his laced drink of whiskey and coke, licked his teeth and then offered a smile to the patrons. The murmur of people, the familiar thumping of music was what helped him to pace the minutes, the moments that all seemed to blur by when you live for an eternity. If there was anything Bennie did know, it was that this was his least favorite kind of music. Bennie worked at many bars, some small and quiet and some loud like this one. In truth, he hated clubs, but the culture now seemed to prefer them over small and quaint bars. He tried his best to respect the musicians, but how could he? They only used computers and Bennie remembered what it was like before all of that.
The other problem was that Bennie missed the intimacy of drinking. In the past, people would get to know him, but now, they barely looked at him much like the girl with the blue hair in front of him. He filled her order quickly and then looked around for his friend and roommate, Triston. They were an unlikely pair, a werewolf and a vampire, but they were similar. They were kindred souls or at least, that's what Bennie told himself to have it make sense. He'd rather be with Triston than with a hoard of vampires in some abandoned dark building. At least, in this way and this job, he was not stuck in the old world or the glory days.