Angelina had managed to grab the platter of lunch-meat sandwiches after setting both glasses of water down. The fluffy Akita had curled up near the door to nap, most likely tuckered out from the eventful day or the rising humidity in the desert like air. Lessa’s words brought brunette coated head from around the corner; she’d been heading to her office. “Well depends on what you classify as ‘dead’ seeing as how half my clientele is of the abnormal or mythical nature.” She was trying to make light of the topic that she knew all business owners in the city were thinking. The Circus had come into town and never seemingly left, but it didn’t perform either. There’d been a flux of werewolf or lycan population, talk of a turf war…then nothing. Something she was oddly grateful for. There was of course the normal Zeth drama, though even he’d been quiet and all his offspring in that note. She’d never dare state she was ungrateful for the peace, though the silence was beginning to suffocate.
Sticking her head back around the corner and moving to the office Angelina called back to Lessa as she spoke. She hadn’t heard the dogs greet one another or even the words spoken by Jason as he materialized, though when she finally reached her office door and saw him standing there, she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Holy…” The only comment issued before she ran a hand through what could only be described as bed head, without the actual use of a bed. “Jason.” The name falling past lips like a breath of fresh air, but also an underling box of emotion. Last time she’d seen him he’d been at the old crew’s apartment complex. Swimming, in the pool, in another form. They’d not gotten much time to talk since then. As she’d managed to make lemonade and pass out on the couch only to wake up to him gone. He’d left a note of course, but still gone.
Sheepish look plastered on her face Angelina turned back towards the main section of the club. “Found my DJ, so I guess that’s a start.” Tease issued as she motioned for him to follow her back out the main area, she wasn’t sure how much Lessa had seen, but she also wasn’t in the nature of revealing secrets unless she had to, promise of the trade and all. “Lessa meet Jason, Jason this is Lessa.” She couldn’t remember if they knew each other, sadly. You’d think with so few people coming in she’d recall who’d spoke with whom, but blame it on the close proximity on the hot, tanned, and semi Egyptian looking man to frazzle her brain…because he was doing a fine job of it.
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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