Ianthe loved her job, it was one of her favorite places to be in the city. Hell even when she wasn’t working Vicky’s had an athmosphere she enjoyed. It was easy to find her in the dressing room, chatting with some politician while he or she whispered their dirty secrets in her ear- the girls, the boss…usually the guests. Standing outside for a breath of fresh air Ianthe shook off the feeling she wasn’t alone- “If you’re going to lurk in the shadows at least have the decency to say hello.” She wasn’t the type to wait for something to happen to her and Ianthe pushed into the shadows where the perpetrator turned out to be nothing more than a small limping cat. Scooping it up without hesitation Ianthe mved back through Vicky’s the small cat wrapped in her satin skirt that had been wrapped around her waist. “Help me, I need a ride to the vet right now. Please.”
It was Natalia’s day off of work and while she didn’t want to come anywhere near her job on her day off, she had to stop in to pick up a check. After she picked it up, she headed back outside and was about to walk back towards her car when she saw Ianthe holding a cat that looks like it had been badly injured and Ianthe looked worried. “Of course, come on,” she said and quickly lead them to her car and got inside. Not a minute later, they were on the road driving towards the vet and she glanced over at the cat now laying in her lap. “Did you find the cat outside Vicky’s?”
( special delivery for: @sibelbosnck )
location: Natalia’s house
Natalia and Sibel have been friends for a couple of years now and she was starting to become her best friend. The two partied together, laughed together, cried together and they were always there for one another. Tonight Sibel was coming over to her place for a wine night and to catch up as the bartender hadn’t seen her in a while. Opening up a bottle and pouring them both a glass, she heard a knock at the door and opened it to see her friend. “Sibel, hey girl!” Wrapping her arms around her in greeting, she hugged her for a few moments before letting her inside. “I just poured us a glass. How are you?”
head nodding to the distant music played on the corner juke box as he set the tab and went about small business behind the bar, dark eyes peered through black lashes at her question. his placid expression was wiped away as a smile took it’s place, brow quirked as he leaned both hand on the wooden surface beneath him. “well, i’m just here ‘til the shop out back closes,” leaning back with a cool smirk, the enforcer reached for the dish cloth squeezed through his belt loop, using it to wipe down the bar. “but, i could probably be persuaded to stick around a little longer. but i gotta warn you-” he trailed off, letting his grin linger. “i have pretty expensive tastes.”
When Natalia saw Cyrus starting to smile, she knew that she was going to be in for a good time. Well, she was going to show him a good time herself. Trailing her eyes down to the dish cloth around his belt loop, she ran her tongue along her lower lip as a smirk started to form on her lips. Once her eyes trailed back up his body and meeting with his piercing yet intriguing eyes, she chuckled to his words and took a sip of the drink that he made her earlier. “Persuaded, huh? If you do decide to join me for a drink which you won’t ever regret doing because I’m a fun time, I gotta warn you that I can hold my liquor,” she said with her smirk widening. “I hope you can keep up,” she winked playfully before leaning back in her bar seat and taking another sip of her drink.
Judith had just booked an evening with a very adventurous couple and she was close to having a full week of non-stop work. There were still some openings in her calendar that she hoped to fill in by the end of the night. She’s at the Mirage, enjoying a free drink whilst watching the dancers do their thing. Judith loved to dance but knew better than to try and take business away from the girls and if someone had decided to tip her, it would go to the nearest dancer’s pockets. At the moment she’s having a conversation with someone, trying to gauge if they were there for her services or not. She’s getting closer to the answer when the DJ began to play her favorite song, nothing mattered at that moment. Dropping everything, Judith stood up and began to sway her body to the music, not a care in the world as to who was looking at her, she was in her own zone.
As much as Natalia loved bartending and entertaining those who were drinking, she loved going out in the city and having some fun herself. Making her way into The Mirage, she found her way to the bar to order a drink and down a shot along with it. Being here at the strip club reminded her of all of her experiences of being a dancer in the past and as much as she missed this line of work, she enjoyed bartending more. After drinking and mingling, she heard one of her favorite songs come on and she joined the people out on the dance floor. Seeing a blonde girl dancing as well, she flashed a smile her way as she danced along to the beat of the music. “I love this song too!”
“tab it is.” card taken from between her fingers, cyrus set everything up for the tab run, dark eyes focused on the work for a moment before his gaze shifted up to meet hers, a sweet smile offered in her direction. “i know,” he held up her card, mirroring her name back in the golden text stamped into the plastic. “i’m cyrus.” he introduced, hands coming to rest on the bar as he leaned in to be better heard. “s’ nice t’meet you, natalia.”
“Thank you,” Natalia said as he took her card and she turned her head to look around the room. People watching was her favorite and as much as she loved all of the attention on her, she enjoyed the break and wanted to give others attention herself. One being the businessman in front of her. Chuckling to his words about knowing her name as her card showed it, she smirked and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Cyrus,” she said with more of a smile as she looked at him. He was very nice to look at too. “Are you planning on spending all of your time behind the bar tonight? If not, you should join me for a drink.”
open to: @nataliaxrosas | natalia rosas
location: toddy leash’s ice box
“Natasha,” Lav called out to her, peeling away his jacket inside the bar. Despite the cold of the ice box lounge, most of the Foxes that were raised in Europe seemed to like to make a point of never wearing the jackets disbursed out front. More often than not, it wasn’t a matter of pride, but more that they were already too drunk to be wrapped in the warmth of another layer.
He walked with a stride across the bar, hand swiping across the wall of ice as he made his way to her. It was sway that caught the eye of many, a sense of confidence that seemed to make some want to order another drink when paired with a cheeky grin. Lav always had a round to go from end of the to the other in anticipation of it.
“Natasha,” He said again, that notorious grin curling at the edges of his mouth. He knew damn well her name was Natalia, but he would change it to the Ukrainian translation every chance he got simply to annoy her if he could. “I did not think I would see you here. I thought Vick-ee’s was more your territory, yes?”
Natalia had a night off of work which in her case wasn’t often so when she got a night off, she took advantage of it. Spending most of her time bartending at her workplace, Vicky’s, she made her way to Toddy Leash’s Ice Box and strutted in wearing a fitted short dress and fit her curves perfectly. Entering the cold bar, she approached the bar and slid into one of the open seats and ordered herself a shot of tequila to start and a cocktail as well as she made herself home in the bar.
Downing her shot and taking a sip of her cocktail, she smirked when she heard her “name” being called from the one and only Lavrentii who enjoyed calling her Natasha, the Ukrainian translation to annoy her. Rolling her eyes, she kept the smirk on her painted red lips as she turned towards him. “Lav, it’s nice to see you as well,” she said with a chuckle before raising her glass to take another sip as she looked at him. He looked as handsome as ever. “As much as I love spending time at the place that I work, I needed a bit of a break and I have the night off so I came here to start my night of fun.” A night of fun is what she was going to have indeed. “How are you doing tonight?”
Ellie couldn’t help but smile as she listened to the woman speak. It was reassuring, at least, to know she wasn’t the only person who thought asking a stranger in scrubs for medical advice was… unusual. “I guess you’d call that an occupational hazard. Sometimes people don’t actually want to know what might be wrong with them.”
As Ellie briefly recalled the encounter, she lifted her shoulders in a delicate shrug, and shot the dark haired woman a smirk that could only be considered mischievous. “I might have been a bit harsh, though. I’m sure she didn’t need to know that her ailment could be a symptom of anything from excessive eye strain to a brain tumor.”
Grabbing a few more things off of the shelves, Natalia kept glancing over at the woman talking to her and she chuckled to her words. “I work as a bartender but more like a therapist when all of the drunk people want to open up about their lives and a lot of that isn’t stuff I want to hear,” she said, shaking her head as a soft laugh escaped her lips. Turning back to her basket of items, she checked to make sure she had everything before looking back at the woman she was talking with and she chuckled again. “Now I see why she seemed upset with you phrasing it in that way,” she laughed and extended her hand towards her. “I’m Natalia by the way.”
Being a doctor meant a lot of things to Ellie. Ever since she was a small child, often left to her own devices, she’d dreamt of growing up to become the type of person that helped others. Over the years that dream had grown, and changed, but at the root of it all, she still wanted that: to help others.
Just… preferably during business hours.
God forbid the woman ever run into a Walgreens wearing her scrubs, or forget to remove the hospital badge she required at work that identified her as a physician– she was almost always stopped by some random person requesting a consult on whatever self-proclaimed medical mystery they were experiencing. Though sometimes it did more harm than good, Google was a wonderful resource. Why couldn’t they just do that? As another of Ellie’s unhappy sidewalk patients walked away, the doctor shook her head and shot an exasperated look to the mildly familiar person walking up on her now.
“I can’t imagine walking up to a hairdresser on the street and asking them for a haircut. Or, hell, a lawyer– you’re not about to ask for a legal opinion from a stranger. So why doctors?”
Natalia was out to get a few things for herself and when she was out, she loved people watching. Seeing what looked like the conversation between a random stranger and a woman who she assumed was a doctor in her getup, she chuckled when the woman made eye contact with her and shook her head. “If they were going to be unhappy overall, they should’ve just looked it up on Google instead,” she replied with another chuckle escaping her lips. “It’s like people coming up to pregnant woman and asking when their due date is. Do they really need to know?” Shaking her head again, she ran her fingers through her hair and gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t be asking you any random medical questions.”
When Natalia found the card slipped under her door, she was intrigued by this event going on at Rousseau’s though found herself excited for it as well as she was going to dress up as the mythological figure, Dione, the Titan Goddess. Finding her costume took no time and when it came the night of, she gave herself a pep talk before making her way there. Walking into Rousseau’s in her white deep v-neck dress with a slit showing some leg, she made her way to the bar knowing well that she was going to need a drink before any of the interactions started. Getting herself a glass of whiskey to start, she turned her head to look at everyone in their costumes, keeping the smirk on her lips as her eyes continued to scan the room. It wasn’t until a figure approached and she turned to look at them. “How are you tonight? I like your costume, looks good.”
“can do.” he replied, reaching for the glass and bottle. the movements that followed ran on muscle memory, from filling glasses for his parents to sneaking glasses as a teenager, to pouring every day for patrons, then himself. glass slid her way across the bar, cyrus leaned forward. “same old, same old, i guess.” in truth, he wasn’t often out on the floor. he preferred the silence of his office or the music from the garage out back. he couldn’t much care about the usual day of business inside the bar, unless otherwise driven. “that’ll be three dollars, unless you’re gonna wanna start a tab?”
“Thanks,” Natalia said as she ran her fingers through her hair, looking around the event seeing everyone dressed up in their costumes. Her white, deep v-neck dress fit her body like a glove and loved how it flowed as well as show some leg. Turning back to the man at the bar, she couldn’t help but smirk to his words as she took the glass in her hand. “I’ll start a tab. It is a party after all,” she pointed out before raising the glass to her lips and taking a sip. She handed him her card to keep the tab open and ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “I’m Natalia.”
HOBBIES: Drinking, dancing, shopping, watching movies, having sex
HOMETOWN: San Francisco, California
NEIGHBORHOOD: tbd
LIVING SITUATION: Living in a comfortable apartment that’s perfect for her
FAMILY
MOTHER: Sofia Rosas
FATHER: Diego Rosas
SISTER: Catalina Rosas
CHARACTER HISTORY
Natalia Rosas was born on a hot summers day in June of 1988 in San Francisco, California to her mother, Sofia Rosas and father, Diego Rosas. She was already the youngest by having an older sister, Catalina and ever since Natalia came into this world, it was like she was rarely seen. Catalina grew up to be the smartest of the two, the most popular and was all around the better child. All she heard was, Catalina this, Catalina that and how amazing Catalina was. Sure, the two got along fine but the shit really started when Natalia and Catalina were teenagers. The sisters were fighting and Catalina pushed her, giving her a bruise and Natalia came to her mom telling her that Catalina pushed her. Hoping that her mom would care, she slapped her across the face instead. “Catalina never does anything wrong” would repeat in her head day after day. Was her father ever here to see this shit go on? No, because he was always at work.
At eighteen, Natalia had decent grades to graduate and did the best she could but that didn’t stop her mother from physically and emotionally abusing her. It was like night and day. During the day, Sofia Rosas was a sweet lady to everyone and a loving wife to Diego, but at night, she was terrible to Natalia and she had no idea why. Natalia became quite depressed, crying in her room every night and wondering why her mother hated her so much. She felt insecure, broken…this wasn’t the life she was supposed to be living. Without another thought, she packed some things and left her home to go stay at a friends for a while.
Natalia eventually ended up graduating high school with the rest of her class and while they were all looking forward to college, Natalia was looking forward to living her life the way she wanted to. She hopped around jobs in the city working as a waitress, at a smoothie shop and even in a bowling alley. It wasn’t until she was twenty-one years old and found her way to the big, bright city of Los Angeles and into one of the local strip clubs. Still being quite insecure about her body, she loved the way the people in there were gawking at the woman and calling them sexy and beautiful and she wanted to feel sexy and beautiful. It didn’t take long until she started working there and eventually, after some time and dedication, she became one of the well known strippers. Knowing well that this couldn’t be her full time job, she applied for a bartender position at a dive bar and has been a bartender ever since.
About a year into being an exotic dancer and bartender, she packed up and moved her things to Las Vegas, Nevada and she had never felt more alive. It didn’t take her long to find a bartending job in the city and while she wasn’t working as an exotic dancer, she couldn’t help but think about what if she still was. Not even a year later, Natalia was noticed by a group of members, The Foxes and it turned out to be a crime organization in the city and they wanted her to become an informant. Thinking that her job as a bartender made it easy to get information, she agreed and quickly became a member.
Now at 30 years old, she has grown into herself more and has been feeling way more confident especially with the help of The Foxes and being a part of the crime organization. While the horror of emotional and physical abuse from her mother hasn’t gone away, she wakes up everyday and tells herself that she is beautiful and that she is worthy. To be honest, she pretends a lot of the time that she has all of the confidence in the world just hoping that would actually help her think that way about herself for real.
thumbs flipping through a stack of singles, tips left behind for the garage out back, cyrus stepped into the bar area, moving behind the counter. it was an even breakup of tips, something that was safer than leaving the jar out in the open for any particularly grabby hands to help themselves to. finally leaned against the back bar, one long leg crossed over the other, silhouettes of bottles shining around him in the low back light, he carried on counting the bills. as a body drew near, he maintained his countenance, not moving until the count was taken care of and secured in a till. turning back to the minorly neglected customer, he raised a dark brow. “know what you want?”
While the bartender enjoyed drinking at Vicky’s where she worked or at her own place, Natalia somehow stumbled upon Rousseau’s and found her way to the bar. Meeting eyes with she assumed was either the owner or manager of the dive bar and mechanic shop, she slid into the open seat and kept her eyes on his. “Whiskey, neat,” she said, not wanting to waste his time. Plus, she was a bartender herself so she already knew what she liked and what she didn’t. “Having a good night so far?”
