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[ezra hart]

The silver spoon spun around and around, flashing against the technicolor lights that radiated from the ceiling. The raven-haired demon who leaned against the counter, spinning the sppon with his ring-clad fingers, flashed a grin at the girl who passed behind him. Her name was...ah, Heather, or something. Or maybe it was Helena. Did it really matter? She was hot, he was bored, and he saw her every night of the week except for Thursdays and Sundays. He watched as she mixed a drink, one that he was supposed to have done, for the man on the opposite side of the counter. Tilting his head back, he smirked at the look that the man was giving him. It was something between “thanks for getting my drink, asshole” and “I can’t believe you get to work with her”. Letting his eyes trail over to the crowd of people that meshed and moved throughout the dance floor, he spotted a woman with the most interesting outfit he’d ever seen. She looked like a stripper from the fifties, or something. He loved Tuesdays. The most interesting people showed up.

CYP homework. That’s what he had forgotten to do. Screw that, he thought, flicking the spoon into the sink behind him by means of a magnetic field. He caught the girl giving him a look. Right. He had completely forgotten that this was a human club. Well, semi-human. People like him worked there—that’s why they called it The Secret, right? Anyway, no one had noticed. They were too busy with themselves and the people two feet away from them to look around. “Calm the fuck down,” Ezra muttered as she shoved him in the side, going into the back room. He supposed her shift was just about over. Sighing, he took his position back at the bar, leaning against it again, and waited for anything remotely interesting to happen. I could have a replay of last night, he thought to himself airily. Ah, Crazy, One-Eyed Jim. Always trying to stab someone in the eye on his off-days. Thankfully Ezra worked Mondays.

[sammii knowell]

[/b]" he greeted the Demon, giving a flirtacious smile for when the other turned around.

Sammii slid into the chair next to him, crossing his arms on the counter in front of him. "So how's work goin'?" he asked Ezra after a moment. Whether the other got his drink or not didn't bother him much. The comment had been mostly to just annoy his friend. Sam's bright blue pools shone as he took a quick glance around the bar.

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[ezra hart]

I'll have a Smirnoff.

When Ezra turned around, he was hit with the chilling smile and bright eyes that he knew so well. “Sammii,” he crooned, drawing out the name as long as he possibly could. Snickering, he glanced over his shoulder for a moment at the girl—whatever her name was—who was passing behind him again to get to another customer. “You heard the man. Smirnoff.” As anyone who met Ezra knew, he took orders when he wanted to. There were other bartenders, right? Besides, most who yelled orders at him were either already too drunk to care or friends of his. All the others he subtly ignored. They needed him at this job, though, and they knew it: he broke up more fights in The Secret than you could imagine. Of course, manipulating gravity so that throwing a thug was like playing catch with a balloon was also a plus (not to mention the fact that acid dripping from your fingers scares a lot of people off).

After being shoved yet again by the girl, who grunted and went off to fix Sammii his drink, Ezra turned back to the boy. “What do you think?” he asked, gesturing to the obvious lack of seat-occupants at the bar. “It’s—” he paused to check his watch, “—midnight, so maybe more people will come soon. Tuesdays aren’t exactly wild, y’know?” Plus everybody seemed to be hitting the dance floor, and he wouldn’t have known anyway—the girl was taking most of the orders due to his lack of interest in them. The bones tattoo on his right arm flashed momentarily in a blaze of green light as he leaned a little closer. “Haven’t seen you around here in a while,” he muttered, eyes darkening with curiosity. They flicked upward, past Sammii, for a moment when he spotted what must have been another demon showing off his powers in the upper-area of the club. At least he didn’t do that.

[Melody (Juliet) Rose]

Melody mumbled to herself at the lazy ass standing behind her as she slid the glass across the long wood table to another man. She was good at this job compared to the one freaking other one who just sat around all day. She walked off. Currently proud of herself, but she knew that the other nameless 'helper' must do something. So she respected his space. She sighed and leaned against a wall where nothing cluttered the dark space. Fixing her hair with one hand and putting the other one at her side. Her brown eyes scanned around the dark room. Bored as usual as she was at this job. But she had to admit that on the off chance someone made a fool of themselves, it was very entertaining. As another small group of people finished she walked over and grabbed most of the glasses in her two hands. Walking off and shooting her 'co-worker' a dis-approving glance. She wished she hadn't worn heels, but they and her outfit seemed to earn her a better tip towards new school stuff. And possibly a small apartment instead of a dorm.

As she threw the dishes into the deep tubbed sink with a clang but it was barely heard over the loud, obnoxiously loud, dance music. But Mel sometimes found herself humming along, damn catchy choruses. She walked back out again into the dark room. Walking over to a deserted edge of the counter top where she had set up her books and was now leaning over them, reading while biting her nails.

[sammii knowell]

[/b]" he murmured with a smirk at the Demon; speaking only loud enough so the other could hear.

Sammii remained silent as he listened to Ezra answering his question, azure eyes flickering around the club again when the Demon gestured at the empty seats around. "Hopefully it'll get busier then. I'd hate to see you bored," Sammii finally said a bit sarcastically, smiling again. He looked away from Ezra again when the girl who the Demon had told to get him his drink slid if over. "Thanks," Sammii said, flashing her a smile. He watched her walk off. Someone isn't in a very good mood, he thought as his bright blue eyes went back to Ezra. Lifting the glass to his lips, Sammii took a drink of the alcohol. Mmm. Sammii leaned in slightly too when he saw Ezra lean in and say something to him. "Why do ask? Missed me too much?" he asked with a mischievous look on his features.[/color][/ul][/size]

[ezra hart]

He could practically hear the girl’s thoughts of ‘lazy ass’—or something along those lines—echo through his own mind. Ezra watched her for a few moments, as she moved away, throwing dishes into the sink and then returning to some books to the side. Who came to a club to read? Sammii’s words jerked him from his thoughts and he looked back, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Someone has to do the work around here,” he muttered, adding silently in his thoughts, And obviously I’m busy. Though deep, deep down (and I mean really fucking deep when I say this), part of him wanted to help out a little bit more. It looked like what’s-her-face was having a bad day, or something. Maybe it was just his wonderfully charming personality that was the problem, though he doubted it.

He winked. “I know you would.” But seriously, he was going to stir up a little bit of trouble himself if nothing amusing happened in the next hour or so. It was a good thing that Sammii had showed up; otherwise he would be picking a fight with the largest dude he could find—and you could find some pretty large dudes here. It looked like his plans for club-domination were going down the drain, though. Sammii actually looked like he was staying longer for ten minutes this time. Well, large and impressive bad-guys could wait. Ezra looked over at the girl again as the werewolf thanked her, and suddenly her name came to him: Melody. Oh, riiiighhtt. He should’ve known that. She’d been working with him for a while. “Mel,” he mused aloud, blinking at the stack of books. “Whatcha reading?” His voice couldn’t have been fashioned in a more annoying tone. The hairs on his neck raised at the feeling of someone moving closer, he returned his gaze to Sammii. Raising an eyebrow, he grinned and replied, “I just hoped you weren’t too worried about getting drunk and having your ass-kicked.” Again. Well, technically it was almost the first time.

[Melody (Juliet) Rose]

Melody turned her head and mumbled "Nothing much." Cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. Why would he ask her that? He seemed like a slack off. What the hell would he care what she was reading. Even though it was a pretty pathetic book. It was better then having to have her brain drained out of her ear by the loud music sung by the annoying asses who make money out of screeching. She normally didn't mind this music but when it was THIS loud, it annoyed the crap out of her. She watched as one of the other workers who actually lifted a finger waved to her and left out the back door. Mel gave a slight wave and returned to reading her book. Sitting down in a chair and putting her hand over her eyes like a visor. Suddenly jumping up as a man slammed his fist down in front of her and obviously drunk, started making comments on her outfit. Melody growled like a angry dog infected with some rare disease as the man laughed and put his hand over her book, setting Melody on the thin ice of her temper. She slammed the book close and watched as the man cringed and she stood up. Resisting the urge to set him into a flaming fireball of doom as she walked back into work. A displeased look on her face for good now.

[sammii knowell]

[/b]" he replied. He raised an eyebrow as Ezra suddenly murmured a name, confused. "Wha--?" he questioned, before seeing the Demon entertain himself with talking to his female coworker. Oh, that must be Mel, Sammii realized, less confused now, at least. He raised up his glass again and drank as he listened carelessly to what Ezra was saying to the Mel girl.

When Ezra turned back to him, Sammii was just putting his glass back down. He accidently slammed it down harder than he'd meant to when he heard Ezra's words. "H-hey!" he said, "I didn't get my ass kicked by anyone! ...Technically..." Sammii added, staring at the Demon with hard blue eyes. All he'd done was get drunk... Though he would have undoubtedly gotten beaten had they really started to fight, the guy had been way bigger than him; extremely muscular and shit. He blinked, staring at the counter, before looking back up to Ezra. Just because the Demon had come and stopped him before the guy killed him... "Bet I coulda beat him without you anyway," Sammii murmured. Okay, he knew Ezra would never believe that, but he wasn't sure what else to say to stick up for himself.[/color][/ul][/size]

[ezra hart]

Nothing much. ‘Nothing much’ seemed to be a whole lot of ‘very boring’. He watched her gesture, dark blue eyes trailing over to see who she was waving at. Oh, her. The girl sent him a glare as she left through the back door. Yeah, they’d never been on great terms—as if anyone he worked with actually liked him. He was thinking about finding new people for their boss, a mysterious man who changed his nickname what seemed like every few seconds, to hire instead of emotion-ridden teenage girls when the sound of a loud, drunken man made its way to his ears. He blinked, taking a look at the situation. Probably just had one too many drinks, right? “Hey, buddy,” he called over to him, watching as Mel stalked off to his side of the counter again. He resisted giving a cat call and yelling “Knew you’d come around!” and returned his attention to the man. “I think it’s time to sleep that off,” he finished, raising and eyebrow and giving a warning look.

A small smirk formed on his lips as he watched Sammii slam his glass down. “If you tried a little harder, maybe you could break it,” he pointed out sarcastically, bending down to pick up a rag and wipe the drops of the other’s drink that had spilled over the edge. Chuckling, he threw the rag over his shoulder like he’d need it again. Technically, no, he thought. But you sure as hell would have. He watched as the boy’s raging fit of courage and daring falter a little bit as he seemingly reconsidered his words. It was kind of cute, watching him as he looked from the demon down to the counter and back up at him again. During his last sentence, the smirk on Ezra’s lips contorted into what could only be described as a smug grin. “Of course you could have,” he assured him in mock seriousness, straightening up a little bit. “I hold complete faith in you.”

[Melody (Juliet) Rose]

Melody growled as she worked her strong arm into the stains that covered the counter tops. One man yelled out another order and she swears, she'd slammed it so hard on the counter top the nearby empty glass flew in the air a little, but who knew. Maybe the wizard sitting alone a few chairs away did it. If that was a wizard, or just a man with a crazy long beard. Mel sighed and took a deep breath. She guessed due to her half witch side, she had an easily disturbed temper, but it might've just been cause of her ass-hole father. And also somewhat pissed off that the lazy guy a few feet away from where she picked up about 10 mugs seemed to think she needed help taking care of herself. Of course, she was probably just being bitchy but when she got into this sort of state she could barely see straight, let alone lose the drunk that followed her around as though she was a lamp and he was a moth. She sighed as she saw the time. "Only half an hour more of this hell hole.." SHe mumbled while throwing the mugs into the sink. Just as they touched the running water the most annoying, loud song blasted into Melody's ears and made her cringe. Since when the hell was Britney making a fucking come back? She fucking needed to watch these things to make sure she never stepped even fucking close to here when the bitch did. Melody sighed and leaned against the wall with her hand to her head. She could swear that the smell of alcohol was messing with her temper. She was pretty pissed off. She prayed for the next girl to take her shift to come so she could go early. While praying she managed to find a clean towel to cover her ears to keep out the sound. Waiting in the back room for the stupid girl to get here. Sliding her back along the wall and sitting down. Tired and she probably guessed catching a cold.Melody looked around for a Tylenol and sighed. None.

[sammii knowell]

[/i]

Hmph. Sammii gave Ezra a slight glare of his bright blue eyes. He heard Ezra chuckle as he wiped up the few drops that had spilled over from Sammii's glass. What was so damn funny? Sammii sat back in his chair slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. A slight pout came to his face. It wasn't as though he'd meant to slam his glass. If the Demon didn't have to be so...so...so fucking teasing about shit. Then Sammii wouldn't have to slam his glass on the counter. Sammii watched as the teasing smirk on Ezra's face changed to a smug grin after Sammii had said he could have taken the guy by himself. Damnit.

"Do you have any idea how annoying you are?" Sammii asked Ezra, still staring at the other boy. Hell, he probably did. Or, at least Sammii made sure to tell him how annoying he was on a daily basis. But he was! Ugh. Sammii leaned forward on the counter again, hands holding the edge of it. One hand rose to move some hair from his eyes before moving back to its previous place. He gave a sigh. However aggravating Ezra got, he couldn't bring himself to hate the Demon.[/color][/ul][/size]

[ezra hart]

The ‘deathly’ glare that was being sent at him only widened his smile. His eyes left Sammii’s for a moment to check out the guy who had just walked up to the bar, crooning “Ezzraaa” as he did so. He had no fucking idea who that was. He stole a glance at Melody, who seemed way too bitchy to take care of anything but slamming dishes around, and held back a sigh. Looked like he’d have to take care of that one by himself. Aside from the fact that the guy seemed to know him, he sure as hell didn’t want to have the girl on his ass, too. He opened his mouth to say something, facial expression bored as he looked back to Sammii, but he stopped and smirked at the “I’m-not-talking-to-you” pout that was on the other’s face. He shook his head, laughing as he pushed himself off the counter. Turning around and heading towards the other man, he managed to sneak in, “You’re cute when you’re pissed, you know that?”

After passing the man his drink, a strong one that seemed way too much for the already semi-hyper attitude, he headed back. Tossing the towel to the side near the sink, though careful not to hit Melody or her pile of glasses, he returned to face the werewolf again. ‘Do you have any idea how annoying you are?’ Aw, he thought Ezra was annoying (just like everyone else in the fucking world). How cute. “I try,” he stated simply, looking around the club for any victims he could drag over to the bar to have them waste their money. There were a few contenders, but none of them really worth his time. Returning his gaze to the dark-haired werewolf, he added, “Care to elaborate on that? How is it exactly that I annoy you—and how does that make you feel?” He sounded absolutely nothing like a therapist, and at the same time too much like one.

[Melody (Juliet) Rose]

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Melody sighed as she walked back into the loud room. Mad at herself for appearing bitchy now. Could she do anything right at all? No, probably not. Impossible. Stupid idea. She sighed as she continued her work without a word. For some reason she'd been feeling shitty lately. It was normal for her. Every week or so she'd be dumb and read her sisters letters and end up crying her eyes out all night. She sighed and realized that the large room was extremely quiet now, other then the music. She leaned against the counter and picked at her red nail polish. "How the fuck did I end up working here." She mumbled angrily at herself. She sighed and let her hair down for once today, a large ripple in it from the strong clear rubber band she used to hold it up on top of her head in a neat long ponytail. Shaking her hair loose so it fell over her shoulders and hung the ends just barely at her elbows when she stood straight with her arms loosely at her side. She stared down at her stiletto leather boots and sighed. Her feet were killing

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[sammii knowell]

[/i]-that-guy" look. His eyebrow was raised slightly in question. Sammi had to admit, he felt slightly jealous. But he shook the feeling away without too much effort. He heard the words that the other uttered as he passed by. Gah, why couldn't he stay mad at the Demon? A small smile involuntarily lit his lips. "I know... Glad you agree," he said back before Ezra was out of ear-shot.

While Sammii waited for Ezra to return from getting a drink for the other man, his blue eyes followed the girl that the other had been talking to. Mel, right? Something like that. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but notice she seemed in a really bad mood right now. When she leaned on the counter by him, Sammii thought he'd introduce himself--being the friendly person he was, right? "Hi there, I'm Sammii," he said, smiling. "Do you go to Winterthorne too?" Something about her hit him as magycal... Sammii heard Ezra return after a while and looked back at him. Oh good, so he tried annoying Sammii, how nice.

"I'd say you can check therapist of your list of occupations," Sammii chuckled as Ezra used words made famous by physchiatrists. "Sure, I'd love to elaborate. You never leave me alone, and you always make fun of me about that...you know, almost getting my ass kicked," Sammii said, looking up at Ezra. He put a thoughtful finger to his bottom lip. "Hmm...how's it make me feel..? I'd say annoyed, obviously."[/color][/ul][/size]

[ezra hart]

‘I know...glad you agree.’ He chuckled a little, and though he didn’t look over his shoulder, he didn’t need to: he knew that Sammii was smiling. It was just something you heard in a person’s voice, you know? Like laughter, only subtler. In some it was more obvious than in others. Sammii was one of the people that you could hear clearly when they were smiling. Ezra didn’t know if it was because he was close to the boy or if it was natural for him. He hadn’t noticed it, but apparently the man had been talking to him as he mixed his drink. The demon just kept nodding along, muttering an “uh-huh” or “I know what you mean” as he listened in on the conversation between Sammii and Melody. Wow—he was being nice. Not that little Sammii couldn’t be nice, it was just he usually wasn’t the victim of kindness around him.

‘I'd say you can check therapist of your list of occupations.’ He smiled down at him, giving a little bow for his much welcomed performance. He decided to take a position, leaning against the counter again, due to the fact that Sammii seemed like he was going to go on another rant of his. Sighing, he listened to the long list of why he annoyed the other so much. “Not true,” he interrupted at the mentioning of never leaving the other alone. “I have to work—where, obviously, I leave you alone.” For the most part, at least. Sammii didn’t visit him every day, right? “And,” he continued, flicking a shard of broken glass into the trash can behind him. “I make fun of you for other things, too.” His smile spread. “I didn’t know I bothered you that much. I’m flattered.”