DEMI KEENE, owner of Lane Boutique.
mother of three.
divorced
retired model. The devil's right there, right there in the details and you don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself. Looking too closely. Put your arms around somebody else, don't punish yourself, punish yourself. Truth is like blood underneath your fingernails and you don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself.
It was perhaps a little early in the day to be at a bar, but it was one of Victor’s rare days off, which was part of the reason why they were sitting at the bar sipping from a drink. They had promised their sister that they would start putting themself out there more, and this was their way of at least trying. They’re lost in their own thoughts when they hear someone talking, blinking for a moment before turning to look over at the woman, offering her a small smile. “Oh, no. I mean, they probably have a first aid kit, but oh no to the injury. I can help you get cleaned up if you’d like?” Victor offers, reaching for a couple more napkins.
The person behind her seems lost in thought, that much was apparent. It spikes Demi’s curiosity and her tendency to be a bit nosy kicks in soon enough. She continues to wipe at her injured knees, stopping the bleeding from continuing. She graciously takes the pile of new napkins from them, nodding a bit as she looks back down at her legs. “Thank you, I’d appreciate that very much. I might as well not bother the bartenders for a first-aid kit, honestly. I can wait until I get home. Besides, I’d prefer a drink, anyway.” Demi says kindly, still fixating on her knees. Once they’re a bit more cleaned up, she looks back towards them, eyebrows raising upwards in amusement. “You seem a little lost inside your own head,” The woman starts, canting her head to the side. “Penny for your thoughts?”
A typical Saturday afternoon for Elizabeth consisted of grabbing a quick bite to eat while the radio chatter was quiet, or at least more quiet than usual until it picked up later in the evening. Of course, while on duty, the bar was the last place you’d find the blonde, but she and her patrol partner had just dealt with a call in the area and there was no telling how much spare time they’d have to get a decent meal before something else came up. It was only after they were finished lunch, paid and getting ready to head back outside, that something – or better yet, someone – out of place caught her eye. The hint of a smirk touches her lips for a brief second, until blue hues lower to see the blood stained napkins, and it’s like a switch; she’s right back into work-mode.
“ Are you okay? ” While waiting for an answer other than the obvious, her hand slides across the top of the counter, fingers tapping against the wooden surface in order to get the bartender’s attention back on her, if only momentarily to fulfill the other’s request. “ We need your first aid kit. Thank you. ” Thumb hooks into the tactical belt around her waist, and Elizabeth’s leaning against the counter now, as if shielding the brunette from other patrons’ curious stares. She murmurs another ‘ thank you ’ to the bartender once the kit is set on the bar, and she’s quick to work, snapping it open. “ So, what happened? ”
Seeing Elizabeth, of all people, come to her rescue right now was a surefire way of changing the tone of this whole ordeal. What started as a damned evening paired with bloody knees turns erotic and a little excited. Demi was quick to fix her hair, though not a single strand could ever be misplaced, as Demi was too much of a perfectionist to have bad hair. She looks over her shoulder at various onlookers which dwindles her confidence a tad, though she does her best to ignore them. Believe it or not, Demi tried avoiding bars as much as possible. If she did find herself within one, she ordered her drinks specifically and in a timely fashion. Something about being a single woman in a bar made her feel so divorced. Her thought process is a little like this: Oh, look at me, a pretty middle-aged woman having a drink alone. Yes, I am divorced, how can you tell? Was it the depressing white wine I’m drinking or the way I keep shifting in my new dress, hoping a compliment is sent my way?
“I’m fine. Just fell outside on the pavement,” Demi finally says, breaking free from her thoughts. “I bumped into some asshole and just tumbled. I didn’t even see who it was because they fled so fast.” A quiet chuckle sounds from her then, continuing to dab at her bleeding knees. “Guess I can’t really blame them, I basically did the same thing and ran in here. But thankfully you’re here to save the day, it seems. My hero.” A warm, charming smile graces Demi’s expression then as she sticks one of her long legs out for Elizabeth to take a look at. The more she looks at her damaged knees, she feels a little less embarrassed. They look a tad rugged in a chic way and Demi assumes there’s nothing really wrong with that. Though, the crimson red shade from the blood clashes terribly with her outfit which makes all her insecurities come piling back. In truth, it probably didn’t matter as much. Demi and Elizabeth had a very set in stone kind of relationship. They had sex and went, that was the deal. No strings attached. There was no need to fondle with her insecurities or wonder if her hair looked decent. “Are you off duty? Or is it just an uneventful day in the force?” The dark-haired woman asks sincerely, setting her purse down onto the bar counter.
OPEN TO: Everyone.
LOCATION: Bad Alibi.
TIME: Saturday, January 11th, 2020 at 1:30PM.
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Starting the weekend with a pair of bloody knees was not something Demi anticipated or wanted, for that matter. The woman had taken a hard tumble after colliding with someone outside on the pavement. The other person in question flew the scene without a trace, mumbling some incoherent profanities under their breath. Demi couldn’t exactly blame them, especially as she does the same thing, hoisting herself from off the ground and into the nearest store.
The sidewalk had ripped right through her stockings, cutting the delicate skin of her knees. With her luck, she ends up in a bar, and she quickly grabs a couple of napkins that were stacked on the counter near the front. Once acquired, she plops down onto a barstool and begins dabbing at her bloodied knees, blowing a strand of perfectly styled hair from her make-up clad face. She was the kind of woman too pretty for situations like this and much too put together. Her injuries and sudden disheveled nature almost seem unnatural from the outside looking in. “These stockings are probably more expensive than that person’s electric bill,” Demi mutters, both to herself and to the onlooker beside her. A quiet sigh sounds from her, continuing to aid her stinging knees. Brown eyes avert towards the person, “Quite a way to start off the new decade. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.” She says, crumbling the pile of napkins and grabbing a few new ones. “Do you think they have a first-aid kit in this place or what?”
hello everyone!! i’m bucky, i’m 21 and go by she/her pronouns. i’m bringing you my diaster woman, demi keene! if anyone would like to plot you can like this and i’ll message you here or you can message me on discord! my user is bucky#1149.
was that ( ABIGAIL SPENCER ) I just saw around the Flower Garden Gated Community? No, it was just ( DEMI KEENE ), the ( THIRTY-NINE ) ( CISFEMALE ) ( BUSINESS OWNER ). ( SHE ) has been living in Boston for ( ALL OF HER LIFE ). One thing about them that they wouldn’t want you to know about them is ( THAT SHE’S STILL IN LOVE WITH HER EX-WIFE ). ( DEMI ) can be described as ( POISED & GLAMOROUS ) as well as ( DESTRUCTIVE & UPTIGHT ) and If you ask them, ( ISN’T IT MIDNIGHT BY FLEETWOOD MAC ) would be their anthem.
Demi grew up in a very rich family. Her family is uptight and not close at all. They like to pretend they are to keep up appearances but really they all can’t stand each other deep down. This especially got worse in recent years when her entire family basically lost all their money thanks to her father who has a bit of a spending and gambling problem. Demi is the only one of her siblings who is financially independent now. They’re often asking her for a place to stay now and for money. Demi gives it when she can, but only because she enjoys having the upper hand when it comes to her family.
She owns a popular luxury clothing and accessory boutique that has locations in Boston, New York, California, and Miami. It’s called Lane Boutique which is a homage to her middle name which was also her late grandmother’s name who Demi loved very much.
Demi has a very recognizable face. People often look at her and try to think of where they know her from. After a while, they give up, but she was actually once a famous model though Demi doesn’t talk about those days anymore. They were basically her breaking point, as she didn’t enjoy the spotlight and cracked under the pressure of fame and the fashion industry.
She was a loved up and coming model with a promising career that she basically threw away. During her brief career, she cheated on her wife and lost herself completely. She had no idea who she was and became crippling insecure. It resulted in the downfall of her career and her marriage.
Vivienne, Demi’s ex-wife, is someone she’s still very much in love with. They were together for 12 years, married for 5 years, and only got divorced 1 year ago. It hasn’t been easy on Demi and she’s basically been single ever since. They have 3 children together and work together to co-parent. The two are extremely civil and still close but something is obviously unspoken between them.
Demi knows she ruined her marriage which she endlessly beats herself up for. Though she’s doing a lot better now and has been endlessly working on herself. Once she left the world of modelling and runway shows, she felt much freer. There was no more pressure to be perfect and simply no pressure at all. She obviously stilled loved fashion and eventually opened her boutique.
Demi is a WORKAHOLIC who needs everything to be perfect. She can be very uptight and is a serious perfectionist. She needs to be in charge almost always. She has a very dominant personality and it’s hard to upstage that.
LESBIAN OF ALL LESBIANS.
Her family is strange about her sexuality but have grown to accept her. It’s nothing too bad they’re just old fashioned and ignorant about the subject so Demi has learned to let it go and not expect much from them. It wasn’t easy on Demi growing up and it forced her to find her own way in the world which she’s actually thankful for.
Demi can be very self-destructive. She’s impulsive and becomes easily lost within her own head. But she’s been trying very hard to stay on a good path, especially within recent years.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
I would love some dates and random flings for Demi. Ever since her divorce, she hasn’t dated much but for sure sleeps around with different women because, you know, A GIRL STILL HAS NEEDS.
FASHION FRIENDS AND SHOPPING BUDDIES!!
Some regulars at the boutique.
Lane employees.
Best friends.
Close friends.
Ex-friends.
FELLOW MOTHERS.
Maybe some fellow divorcees...that would be so funny.
Family.
Found family.
AND SO MUCH MORE! I’m willing to brainstorm anything and everything. Demi is brand new so basically, everything is open.
