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Angelina Uris
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Date Posted: 04/ 1/11 4:53:17pm
In reply to:
Craig Rhymes
's message, "..::Blood and Leather::.." on 04/ 1/11 3:55:25pm
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Angelina had long come accustom to dealing with the unordinary. When you’re world revolved around a club that catered not only to rowdy and drunken humans, but vampires, werewolves, and other such things…you had to grow a thick skin and nearly as large pair of cojones. It’d helped that her attitude had been sculpted by one of the most notorious car boosting crowds around. Sphinx had made many a person’s skin crawl, so buff and muscular you nearly believed he’d done time for manslaughter and not car boosting. His wife Sasha, had been one of the pretties blondes Angelina had ever known, save maybe Laurie Ann, but it’d been the woman’s no shit attitude and always loyal friendship that had attached Angelina most. There was of course Tumbler and Perg, the ringleaders of sorts. Perg was a demoness and Tumbler was just crazy enough to put up with it. Unsure why these memories were flooding her now of all times, Angelina gave an annoyed huff of air and pushed off the door she’d been leaning against. If Craig was talking to someone she was sure he’d tell her and standing her eave’s dropping was doing nothing worth productivity.
It was within that time frame of deciding to get back to work and the first distance roll of thunder vibrated on the horizon that all hell decided to break loose in the club dinning area. College boy number one had said something to college boy two’s girlfriend and the two were not fist fighting one another while the other three males and two females with them egged them on or hollered at them to stop. ”Aw hell. Hey!” The phone was placed back on the jack as slender frame took the strides to pull her up along side the two fist cuffing males and pushing aside their onlookers. ”Enough! Ya’ll can either sit down and have a drink on me or I’ll see that you get thrown out on your butts with the upcoming storm about to break loose.” Words had been spoken firmly and without a tremor though Angelina did have the sanity to wish Craig had come back in before she decided to play wrestling referee. It’d been awhile since she’d had to break up a fight on her own and while she was still in massive shape there was five males and only her, she doubted the two drunk chickadees would be of any use to her.
As if deciding to answer her demand with action instead of words, Angelina found one of the watching male’s hands settling on her shoulders to steady her, pulling her back from where she’d been standing, hand on either of the momentarily still dueling males. ”Let go of me. I’m asking only once.” Words holding a sudden ice that hadn’t been present before, had it been one of her vampire customers or another mythical being, she might have chosen a different tone but these were simple humans and her tolerance for their drunken jokes and the fact that two of them were inches away from breaking yet another batch of mugs and maybe a table did little to ease the tension forming under tightening hands. There was a drunken laugh, surprise that she’d talk back, hands tightening their hold till Angelina psychically winced under the pressure. ”Craig!” The single name mingling with the music and most likely lost to any normal human being but she knew he’d heard, counted on it even, as at that second she turned and gave a nice and easy cross jab to the idiot who’d decided to grab her.
This was going to be another insurance write up cost she couldn’t claim…
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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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