make the devil smile

[esmaxdemirci]

[cisfemale, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ESMA DEMIRCI]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [PINAR DENIZ]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [WAITSTAFF AT FOUR LEAF IRISH PUB]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [MANIPULATIVE] and your favorite song is [SWEETEST PIE BY MEGAN THEE STALLION & DUA LIPA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHERS COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

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tw: abuse mention, miscarriage, car accident, cheating, drugs

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name: esma demirci

nicknames: n/a

age: twenty nine

faceclaim: pinar deniz

occupation: waitress @ four leaf irish pub

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

birthday: november 4th 1994

sign: scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

ethnicity: turkish

hometown: aurora bay

eye color: green

hair color: dark brown

height: 5'6"

tattoos: coming soon

piercings: coming soon

likes - dislikes- headcanons-

biography:

Chaos didn't always follow around Esma and her twin sister. It all started when the girls were five. Their mother had always been slightly erratic, but when their father caught her having an affair with one of his best friends? He couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing Esma was the strongest of the pair, he left her and took her twin with him. This ended up with Esma taking on her mother's verbal abuse, and her mom turning to alcohol. Eventually, she remarried and her stepfather was just as bad.

As she grew into her teen years, Esma began attention seeking, drinking, drugs, and hanging out with people she shouldn’t. Her mother began to get fed up with her, kicking her out when she was 16. This caused her to drop out of high school, couch surfing at her best friend's place; his laid-back parents kindly let her. But it was trouble, she was slowly falling for his girlfriend, and she was falling for her too. It wasn’t very long before they were sneaking around together and she was stuck in some very messy affair that carried on for nearly two years. Funnily enough, it had been the only bit of stability that Esma had ever had.  

Tragedy struck when he got into a car accident and passed away on the scene. The girls had been together that night so when they heard the news they both felt an immense amount of guilt. Esma was unable to contain it; hitching a ride to San Fransisco and never looking back.  She had no money, no nothing, but being somewhat street smart, Esma broke into an empty apartment to live in while she tried to build up some cash. It wasn’t long until she was caught and kicked out so she had to find a new plan. 

Esma still spent most of her time drinking and doing drugs, anything to escape the grief she’d endured over the last couple of years. Finding different bodies to fill the void, until she came across a chef who worked at one of San Fran’s most prestigious restaurants. He was older than her, he had money, and he seemed nice enough so she went home with him, charming her way into his life.  It was only six weeks later she was staring at a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom of his restaurant. It was positive and he was thrilled. Esma couldn’t really picture herself as a mother but her life had been flipped upside down, maybe now she was finally going to feel some sort of happiness. He flew her to Vegas and they got married. 

Only a short time went by before it all started crumbling. Esma experienced a late-term miscarriage shortly after their wedding day. Things turning more sour than they ever could have with her new husband blaming everything on her. Esma had always been strong but not anymore, not after this. She began to believe the words he fed her. It wasn’t long before he was laying hands on her either. She was miserable. When Esma had enough instead of leaving she began to retaliate. This carried on for years until she couldn’t take it anymore, when she found out he got his mistress pregnant, it was over. Esma cooked her husband a nice dinner and laced it with rat poison, then once he was knocked out, she went to the nearest ATM, to withdraw all the money in their joint account, winding back up in Aurora Bay. 

The first thing she did was find a house in Fishers Cove and the next thing she did was find a job at the Four Leaf Irish pub, hoping to forget about everything she had endured. With too much evidence against him, she knew he wouldn't come looking for her. She finally felt strong again.

current & wanted connections:

will update this shortly!

[alfiearmstrongs]

"That's some pretty gnarly dedicated, I don't even know where you would get a fog machine."

That was for the best too or he might have found himself powerless to ignore intrusive thoughts that beckoned him to turn his workplace into The Fog for the fun of it.

"Sneaking off to your girlfriend's sounds a lot more fun than calculus, so. What's tonight for you then? Just passing time or are you going for a do-over?"

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[esmaxdemirci]

"I think they stole it, from the theatre," she tells him, almost thinking out loud. Her eyes then narrow, hands on her hips, quick to cover her tracks. She didn't wanna be responsible if the fog machine went missing again and she didn't know this dude from a bar of soap, so. "But, you didn't hear it from me."

"Passing time," she replied, glaring at him judgingly but a smile broke through. "Does anyone want to be redoing their high school prom? Plus, there's free alcohol at most these things which is normally why I show up." @alfiearmstrongs

[aeris-flores]

“Is that a suggestion? If so, why stop at Hawaii? We should go to the Maldives, rent us a little villa on the water… just throwing that out there. Retired married couples go to Hawaii.”

It’s only wishful thinking. Tonight is San Diego and, at Esma's suggestion, definitely a hotel. But that would be whichever one they could roll into after the club where he heads straight toward once he hits the highway.

I-5 straight up the coast line until they hit the city lights. To Aeris, they pale in comparison to Los Angeles, but it'll do for the evening. There is no use cutting into their time to make a three hour drive, not on such short notice. This club works just fine with the strobe lights, the expansive bar selection, and the way the bass can be felt deep in his bones.

Aeris moves in close to the counter with one arm behind Esma and his hand against the edge. "Two shots of clase azul blanco ahumado. See that bottle up there?" His other hand is used to point it out on the top shelf. "And then you can pick the cocktails. Just stick to tequila for me."

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[esmaxdemirci]

Esma's finger trail slowly along the bar as the shots are poured, she doesn't even bat an eyelid as she pulled the black card from out of her bra, sliding it across towards the bartender. "Keep the tab open, we're not done." Her grin grows as she turned to Aeris, enjoying the feeling of him behind her and the look of the premium bottle, she knows it's not technically him spoiling her, but she feels like it is. "You know, we could actually go to the maldives." the brunette leaned into his ear, practically shouting over the music. Her body already in sync with the vibrating bass, she could tell this was gonna be a good night. She then picks up the tequila shot and clinks it to his. "To Edward, who's hopefully hits the grave soon and gifts me his entire estate." " @aeris-flores

[julianxpark]

Despite the horrible taste left in his mouth, Julian smiles down at the phone she hands him. He's so concentrated on putting his name and number in, that he does a double take when he sees her standing behind the bar. "Wait, do you work here?" He asks, realising how little he actually knows about her. "Or are you just hoping to get kicked out of every bar in town?"

Julian knows he should say something manly. Whiskey.. no, bourbon. That's what Don Draper drank, right? But those brown liquids look cool and tasted bad. Especially the next day. "Why don't you make me your favorite drink?" Julian decided to ask instead. "I promise not to judge you too harshly."

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[esmaxdemirci]

"I do work here," Esma did love doing things for shock factor but her working here wasn't what she expected to shock him. Though, they did really hardly know each other so it made sense. "But I'm usually serving people food than behind here, so god knows if this will get us kicked out, me fired, or promoted." Realistically she didn't think Santiago would care at all it was so busy.

The brunette's quick to grab a shaker, mixing together vanilla vodka, passionfruit juice and liqueur and lime juice to make a pornstar martini. She slid it in front of him, it was garnished with a passionfruit and served with a shot of prosecco, just how it was supposed to be. "It's just a pornstar martini. Drink up." @julianxpark

[esmaxdemirci]

𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred?

"I'm like, the least traditional person you'll ever meet."

[esmaxdemirci]

What's the weirdest thing that has happened to you?

"Well, a guy I know wanted me to attempt to shove a cactus sculpture somewhere questionable, and I don't kink shame but that was a lot for me."

[esmaxdemirci]

A poem or song lyric that won't leave your head

"Tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him."

[esmaxdemirci]

𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad?

"Yeah, i remember all of it. It all fucking sucked."

[esmaxdemirci]

memes:

meme one meme two meme three

muses:

esma, victoria, cole, theo, alexandria, maia, monique, ezra

[stephanxevans]

"Ah, so leaning into masking my reality while delving into the beach vibes will bring about a worthwhile fantasy of sand and sun? Duly noted." It was interesting to hear, but he appreciated that they didn't beat around the bush trying to pitch him a false perception simply for pleasantries. "What's the saying go, 'I do believe in fairies?" he chuckled before clinking his glass in return. "Thank you very much…sorry, don't think I caught your name. I'm Stéphan."

[esmaxdemirci]

A grin pulled at the corner of her lips. "Only if you promise to clap your hands and believe real hard." She quipped jokingly, her smile only widening when he introduced himself. "I'm Esma, it's a pleasure, Stephan." After taking a sip of hr drink, the brunette turns her energy towards him. "So what brought you to town? The Fairy's, right?" @stephanxevans

[adrianahqs]

at the sound of that unmistakable voice, she froze for a moment. the bubbly liquid suddenly feeling thick in her throat as she swallowed it down in one swift, nervous gulp. slowly, she turned around to meet her eyes and she could feel her chest tightening at the sight of her.

more than ten years have passed since she left. left her without a trace. not even a note to say goodbye.

and yet, standing there, looking at her, all adriana could think about was how damn beautiful esma still was. it was almost cruel. but then there was the other thought, the one that made her stomach churn, the damage she had caused the brunette.

" who else would it be? it looks like you've seen a ghost, " adri remarked, trying to play it cool as if her heart wasn't trying to leap out of her chest with all the things she wanted to say to her. // @esmaxdemirci

[esmaxdemirci]

Esma didn't move at first, her fingers tightening around the glass of wine she held close to her as if it was going to save her from whatever hurt she was about to endure. She didn't want to react to Adriana with coldness or anger but how could she not? Yes, Esma was the one to leave, but Adriana was the one to string her along in the first place. "I feel like I've seen a fucking ghost, Jesus Christ." The woman wondered if she had been here in Aurora Bay the entire time and they just hadn't run into each other in the year and a half that Esma had been back but she can't have. There was no way. She'd run into nearly everyone from her past here. Glassy eyes took in the other brunette's features, she looked exactly the same. Just as gorgeous, those big brown eyes were ready to suck Esma back in at any moment. "I'm sorry," she rolled her eyes - not at Adri but herself. "How...How are you, Adriana?" @adrianahqs

[shyneknight]

"oh um - i'm sorry to hear that. i always try to be nice and careful with what i say as to not bother anyone. i've um, also had my job at risk a few times not wanting to invade too much." shyne admitted shyly, as he didn't want anyone to really hate him. though maybe apart of him hoped his english accent and sweetness could help him most. "i've been in town for about 4 almost 5 years, but i'm from manchester, england before that. what about you?"

[esmaxdemirci]

"I don't think anyone could hate you, you don't sound like you're a little bit insane like I am." She replied as they began walking down to the bar, still sipping on her coffee. Esma sort of liked rubbing people the wrong way, it created a little bit of drama in her life so she did it. She then nodded her head. "Oh so you've been around here long enough then. I grew up here, I moved away for a little bit but came back last year and yeah..I've stayed, I guess." @shyneknight

[adrianahqs]

closed starter for @esmaxdemirci

it's been a few months since adriana has been back in town and the golden hour lounge has been one of her favorite spots whenever she doesn't have a shift at the oasis. if only they had an opening here--but in hindsight, she liked it better as a patron than she probably would've as a waitstaff.

as the singer's final note faded and polite applause rippled through the room, adriana’s attention drifted from the stage to the crowd. and that’s when she saw her. or thought she did.

the woman stood near the back, half-shadowed by the low lighting, and for a moment, her breath caught. but surely, she must be imagining things. not that this was the first time she caught the silhouette of the woman she once knew, but there was absolutely no way it was her.

when they almost caught her looking, she quickly looked away, raising her champagne glass to her lips. just a trick of the light, she told herself. it wasn't her. definitely not her.

[esmaxdemirci]

She thought she'd had too many glasses of merlot. All night her eyes had been on the familiar brunette, that hadn't noticed her until the very end of the singers set. Esma wondered if she was seeing a ghost or if it was actually her but when she finally looked at her. She knew. Esma knew those eyes, those lips. Even if it had been over ten years. She knew. Knots twisted in her stomach, but with liquid courage fresh in her veins, her feet had made the decision before her head (or heart) had had the chance to catch up. "It's you, isn't it?" her tone was soft, confused, but soft. @adrianahqs

[fletcher-bailey]

Fletcher’s smile is slightly held back only for the fact he’s biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing at Esma’s obvious level of inebriation. He tilts his head to the side, the longer he watches the harder it is to subdue the snickering that’s given away in the way his eyes squint.

“Ten, for sure. I bartended for all my working life, except for the year I was a barback and dishwasher, and I miss working with you guys. But I need mornings to take care of Oliver.”

It’d never been a problem. Santiago and the rest of the staff definitely helped when Oliver had to hang out in Four Leaf’s management office on nights Fletch couldn’t find a sitter, but he couldn’t keep putting that on them. “I fill in for Santiago when he needs it, but you guys are full staffed. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

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[esmaxdemirci]

“Stop laughing at me,” Esma whined, quick to call him out playfully and pout in his direction. She can see the smile breaking out on her friends face. She’s well aware of how wasted she is, she usually was at these sorts of things.

She let out a heavy sigh as he spoke about his son, she loved Oliver and had met him many times at Four Leaf, she just missed Fletch. “I know, you gotta be a good dad and all that shit. What about being a good friend, huh?!” Her voice teasing as she shoved a sour gummy into her mouth.

“He’d have you back in a heartbeat,” she laughed. “You know he’d actually probably fire me to have you back.” @fletcher-bailey

[julianxpark]

"Yeah?" Julian looks at her, almost hopeful. While Esma is definitely the type that would eat him alive, suddenly that seems like a not-so-bad idea. "You should give me your number so we can make it happen."

Laughing at the description of the drink, it doesn't necessarily make Julian wants to taste it. And yet, when challenged with that conniving grin of hers, he takes a sip. As soon as the taste touches his tongue, he recoils, nearly spitting it back into the glass.

"What the fuck? That's just pure gasoline. I feel like I just licked the inside of a fuel tank."

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[esmaxdemirci]

She tried her best not to laugh at his reaction but was unable to help herself. It really wasn’t the worst thing she’d ever had in her mouth, but she felt keeping a straight face whilst trying to swallow whatever that was, was quite the talent.

“Here, you put your number in.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and leaves it on the bar for him. Without another word she slips behind the bar, shoving one of her cheese fries in her mouth. She hands him a sprite first, as a chaser.

Esma wasn’t quite sure if she’d get herself fired or promoted by doing this without permission, considering she was no bartender. “What kind of drinks do you like? Lemme put my skills to use.” @julianxpark

[itsisla-dubois]

the blonde rolled her eyes at the figure that suddenly appeared behind her reflection. "you can do whatever you'd like. no one's stopping you." her words as pointed and deliberate as an arrow. isla didn't want to see her just as much as she did her. though always ready to give a verbal lashing, it wasn't something she actively sought out (often). "so are you. but if you kindly fuck off, then we can pretend like this little meeting never happened, okay?"

[esmaxdemirci]

Esma stopped in her tracks and she swallowed hard. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was that Esma saw so much of her younger self in Isla it was nearly like looking in a mirror. The only difference was, Isla was doing this for different reasons. Esma? She just wanted to feel something other than numb, that why she was in a different person’s bed every night. “Hey, Isla?” Her voice had softened, instead of going into one of the stalls her feet had taken her straight to the blonde. “You…you really like that guy don’t you?” @itsisla-dubois

[aeris-flores]

“We better.”

Aeris stares down at the keys she hands him,  joking, “I thought I was going to be your passenger princess?” And tucks them into his pocket. “Kidding. I don’t mind. This will be fun.” He gathers all of his belongings and begins flipping the lights so he can lead Esma out the front door.

“There’s the one club called NOVA I’ve been meaning to check out for forever. I just never made my way over there.” He explains as they get settled in the car, and he hopes Esma wants to go with it.

“It’s way bigger than Oasis, which probably means the drinks are more expensive, but hey, we’re not buying, right?”

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[esmaxdemirci]

"Aeris, I'm the prettier one here I will always be the passenger princess," she quips as they walk out the door. She realized he was joking, but she would naturally always get the last word. "Sounds good." As usual, the brunette was up for anything and her favorite thing was spending money, so it sounded like the perfect night out. "He says I deserve the best, so only top shelf."

She smirked. "Go hard. He would not care if we did that, then decided to book tickets to Hawaii or something. He's rich rich." Crossing her leg over the other, she pulls her seatbelt on just in case he decided to go boy racer on her. "We can find a fancy hotel to stay in whilst we're at it." @aeris-flores