Post by willowflower on Sept 10, 2017 17:36:32 GMT -5
Angélique couldn’t help but grin as Ari knocked back another shot. “Should I be calling Mycle to take you home?” she teased, watching as he slammed the glass down with a shudder.
“Ssssshut up,” Ari slurred, attempting to point at her, squinting as his finger swayed off-target. Angélique moved to the right, then to the left, laughing as Ari tried to follow her movement, a whine erupting from his throat. Finally he looked down at his empty glass in bemusement before lifting it up. “More?"
“Seriously, what’s got you so down you’re resorting to alcohol to drown your sorrows?” she said, concern leaking into her voice as she watched Ari’s head sway, his eyes looking around in some befuddlement. Ari mumbled something before resting his cheek against the counter. He was suddenly wearing a face of such misery Angélique couldn’t help but feel the pang it sent through her heart. “Aw, baby,” she said, ruffling his hair. “What’s wrong?”
The clocked ticked 2AM. The rest of the bar was empty - there was no one but Angélique, who really should be cleaning up the line of glasses still left on the counter, and Ari, still determined to lose his thoughts in liquor. Really, Angélique felt no qualms stroking Ari’s curls back as he attempted to curl up on the counter. She’s seen this young man and his boyfriend in her bar more times than she could count - though usually it was Ari driving by to haul Mycle away from his sake, not the other way around. It became the norm to share goofy facial expressions over the counter in exchange for conversation - she couldn’t help but feel a kinship, no matter how distant.
Ari poked at the glass, trying to get it to tip over but his finger would only slip off the side. The scrunchy face he made at it was adorable. “You sure you’re old enough to drink, sweetheart?” Angélique teased. “You act and look like a kid.”
“MmmMMmmMm!”
Angélique laughed heartily. “You -“
Suddenly Ari’s ringtone rang through the empty bar. Ari fumbled around with the pockets of his jacket, somehow managing to pluck out his phone, stared at it, then threw in on the counter before stuffing his face into his arms. Curious, Angélique leaned over to look at the screen.
“Oh, so it has something to do with Mycle,” she deduced, feeling the sudden urge to tap it and answer Mycle’s call. Ari mumbled something. “You should probably pick up. He might be worried.”
“You pick up,” Ari grumbled into his arms.
Angélique shrugged. “Okay.”
She ignored Ari’s startled yelps and attempts to snatch his phone back as she picked it up and spun around of his reach. “Hello, love,” she said, looking over her shoulder in amusement. Mycle’s panicked voice filtered over the phone.
“Angélique? Oh thank goodness, he’s with you.” Mycle’s frazzled voice spilled out of the receiver, making Angélique frown.
“Yeah, he’s been drinking. Is everything okay?”
“Yes. No. I - I’ll be right there,” Mycle stammered. “It’s - yeah, I’ll be right there.”
“Okay?”
Angélique looked down at the phone, then up at Ari, who had draped himself over the counter and was currently groaning. “If you throw up on my floor, you’ll be paying for it.”
Angélique always had an intuitive sense about these things. Which is why she rushed Ari straight to the bathroom. She didn’t have to stay and hold his hair back and rub his back as his drinks came right back up, though - still, no one else was there, and Ari still seemed pretty miserable.
“We fought,” Ari finally said when Angélique led him back out.
“Oh.”
Ari promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
So that was how Mycle found Angélique feeding Ari sips of water between sobs. She didn’t have to say anything, just shift a little to the right so that Mycle could rush into Ari’s arms.
“Thank you,” Mycle told her sincerely when she helped Ari to their car, leaning heavily on his cane.
“Just offering a helping hand,” Angélique said cheerfully. “Didn’t do much, to be honest - didn’t have to offer any advice or anything.”
Mycle smiled warmly. “Still. Thanks for taking care of us.”
Angélique resisted the urge to ruffle his hair as well. “Take care of yourself, love,” she said.
“We’ll try,” he said with a wry grin, and she laughed as she waved them off.
She sighed as she stepped back into her bar. She still had to clean up the counter. Sighing once more, she rolled up her sleeves and was resigning herself the chore when the windows suddenly shattered.
Angélique was all too ready to fight, bottle in hand, when she saw the brutally wounded wolf lying amongst the shards of glass, flanks heaving. “Oh dear,” she said. “Oh dear."
((hi!! :DDD im really excited for this one - im so sorry it took so long for me to get a starter up. it's a bit of a short story to introduce angélique's character :3))
“Ssssshut up,” Ari slurred, attempting to point at her, squinting as his finger swayed off-target. Angélique moved to the right, then to the left, laughing as Ari tried to follow her movement, a whine erupting from his throat. Finally he looked down at his empty glass in bemusement before lifting it up. “More?"
“Seriously, what’s got you so down you’re resorting to alcohol to drown your sorrows?” she said, concern leaking into her voice as she watched Ari’s head sway, his eyes looking around in some befuddlement. Ari mumbled something before resting his cheek against the counter. He was suddenly wearing a face of such misery Angélique couldn’t help but feel the pang it sent through her heart. “Aw, baby,” she said, ruffling his hair. “What’s wrong?”
The clocked ticked 2AM. The rest of the bar was empty - there was no one but Angélique, who really should be cleaning up the line of glasses still left on the counter, and Ari, still determined to lose his thoughts in liquor. Really, Angélique felt no qualms stroking Ari’s curls back as he attempted to curl up on the counter. She’s seen this young man and his boyfriend in her bar more times than she could count - though usually it was Ari driving by to haul Mycle away from his sake, not the other way around. It became the norm to share goofy facial expressions over the counter in exchange for conversation - she couldn’t help but feel a kinship, no matter how distant.
Ari poked at the glass, trying to get it to tip over but his finger would only slip off the side. The scrunchy face he made at it was adorable. “You sure you’re old enough to drink, sweetheart?” Angélique teased. “You act and look like a kid.”
“MmmMMmmMm!”
Angélique laughed heartily. “You -“
Suddenly Ari’s ringtone rang through the empty bar. Ari fumbled around with the pockets of his jacket, somehow managing to pluck out his phone, stared at it, then threw in on the counter before stuffing his face into his arms. Curious, Angélique leaned over to look at the screen.
“Oh, so it has something to do with Mycle,” she deduced, feeling the sudden urge to tap it and answer Mycle’s call. Ari mumbled something. “You should probably pick up. He might be worried.”
“You pick up,” Ari grumbled into his arms.
Angélique shrugged. “Okay.”
She ignored Ari’s startled yelps and attempts to snatch his phone back as she picked it up and spun around of his reach. “Hello, love,” she said, looking over her shoulder in amusement. Mycle’s panicked voice filtered over the phone.
“Angélique? Oh thank goodness, he’s with you.” Mycle’s frazzled voice spilled out of the receiver, making Angélique frown.
“Yeah, he’s been drinking. Is everything okay?”
“Yes. No. I - I’ll be right there,” Mycle stammered. “It’s - yeah, I’ll be right there.”
“Okay?”
Angélique looked down at the phone, then up at Ari, who had draped himself over the counter and was currently groaning. “If you throw up on my floor, you’ll be paying for it.”
Angélique always had an intuitive sense about these things. Which is why she rushed Ari straight to the bathroom. She didn’t have to stay and hold his hair back and rub his back as his drinks came right back up, though - still, no one else was there, and Ari still seemed pretty miserable.
“We fought,” Ari finally said when Angélique led him back out.
“Oh.”
Ari promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
So that was how Mycle found Angélique feeding Ari sips of water between sobs. She didn’t have to say anything, just shift a little to the right so that Mycle could rush into Ari’s arms.
“Thank you,” Mycle told her sincerely when she helped Ari to their car, leaning heavily on his cane.
“Just offering a helping hand,” Angélique said cheerfully. “Didn’t do much, to be honest - didn’t have to offer any advice or anything.”
Mycle smiled warmly. “Still. Thanks for taking care of us.”
Angélique resisted the urge to ruffle his hair as well. “Take care of yourself, love,” she said.
“We’ll try,” he said with a wry grin, and she laughed as she waved them off.
She sighed as she stepped back into her bar. She still had to clean up the counter. Sighing once more, she rolled up her sleeves and was resigning herself the chore when the windows suddenly shattered.
Angélique was all too ready to fight, bottle in hand, when she saw the brutally wounded wolf lying amongst the shards of glass, flanks heaving. “Oh dear,” she said. “Oh dear."
((hi!! :DDD im really excited for this one - im so sorry it took so long for me to get a starter up. it's a bit of a short story to introduce angélique's character :3))
