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[signia]

I was incredibly nervous. I paced around the dressing room at the back of this club I was supposed to perform in, hoping to God my hair looked alright, having been styled without a reflection. It's a hard thing to do

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[lornegreen]

I was so completely moved by that performance that I absolutely had to meet this girl.

One of my waitresses came by with another Seabreeze, meekly putting it on the table infront of me. I grabbed her arm.

"Fetch me the singer," I told her. "Tell her the boss wants to see her."

I took a sip of my drink and waited.

[signia]

The boss wanted to see me? What the hell for?

I gave the waitress a cocked eyebrow, but reluctantly followed her halfway through the club, where she pointed to a booth in the back. "The boss is over there," she told me. "His name is Lorne, and he's in a really bad mood tonight. So be careful."

"Thanks for the tip," I told her, dryly.

I walked through the club, and approached the booth where the boss was sitting.

He looked up at me with his blazing red eyes.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

[lornegreen]

I motioned for her to sit down. "Please," I told her. "Join me for a drink."

I could feel the reluctance in her as she sat down across the booth from me, and I studied her even closer as she did so. She was flawless.

I fiddled with the coaster that was supposed to be underneathe my glass, protecting the surface of these beautiful oak tables.

"My name is Lorne," I told her finally. "I'm the co-owner of this establishment."

I smiled at her.

"Your performance was terrific, Kitten," I said, taking a sip of my drink. "You must've been a real spitfire in your day."

[signia]

The second the demon opened his mouth and words came out, I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was far from evil. My demeanor immediately calmed, and I made myself comfortable in the booth.

I ordered a simple martini, and returned the piercing gaze of his red eyes with one of my own.

"I could hold my own," I told him in response, a cocky lilt in my voice.

I suddenly wondered what his deal was. I mean, i've been in many a nightclubs in my time, and most of them were run by sleazy disgusting demons, or humans so vile they could be considered their own class of demon.

But not this one. He was a type of demon i'd never seen before. He also looked fairly young, and his face (though showing signs of great weariness and strife) reflected more of a quality of innocence and humility.

My gaze softened. "It's been awhile since i've been on stage," I added.