Not seeing or simply ignoring the glazes Angelina gave a genuine smile as she heard him speak of his lack of addiction. “Good. I’d hate to have to replace you.” Truth be told she liked his skill, he reminded her of Rob more then perhaps he should, but at the same time had such a uniqueness about him that truly made him his own. The water quenched her thirsty throat but it did little to calm her nerves or weariness. Worry over Desiree, worry over friends now gone, and of course worry over the club…though the books should have calmed her in the knowledge that she would not go hungry this month and she’d be able to pay each of the employees their pay and a bonus for all their hard work while she was gone. Speaking of that she pulled out a thick envelope, she’d been about ready to put it in the safe but figured as she had him now it wouldn’t hurt to hand it over.
“Here.” A smaller but still thick envelope tossed on the counter, it was his pay and a minimal tip, not much but more then normal. “You’d have gotten it when you came in your next shift, figure this way you can enjoy it on your actual days off.” Smiling the brunette listened as he spoke of his lack of entertainment; the lack of need for companionship, and through that all she called bull. “Sounds like you’ve got the new town blues.” Knowing smile given as she set her water aside and straightened stretching, still trying to work that kink from her shoulder. “I’d have recommended the beach, but it’s closed due to the flood that trashed it a year or so back, still needs to be cleaned. The pier would work but that usually is active with Vampires, so unless you don’t mind coming back a pint lower…” Soft chuckle forming before she thought again. “They even closed the pizza joint down awhile back. Hmmm. Guess there isn’t much to do around here right now is there?” She said it almost as if an apology, as if it was her job to make sure the employees were paid, housed, and entertained…it wasn’t her job but she sure as hell liked to know everyone was happy and cared for.
Finally she branched out with an idea she hadn’t thought of in awhile, not the location, or the object. “I know a place with a hot tub and pool, you could say I know the owner, I’m pretty sure you could relax there on your time off.” In truth it was Tumbler’s place, down the road from Stan and her’s old place, though she hadn’t been back there since Rob left town. Doubted she’d go back. She’d even thought of bulldozing the place and making a new home, one that didn’t smell like the crew or have oil stains that reminded her of them. Frowning at this new wave of thoughts Angelina shook her own head and started to reach for the bottle of whiskey, though she stopped as she realized the time. If she started to drink now she’d have a splitting headache by the time work started for the night shift, and she couldn’t have that. “Anyways.” Pitiful attempt of breaking the silence given as she stared off towards the neon light shaped like an alien, it was turned off, but made for an interesting thing to look at when light up.
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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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