seven devils

[ninarivera]

dovepeterson​:

After a long night of waiting tables, Dove’s shift was finally over. Figuring she should celebrate the end of the day, she decided to treat herself to a drink. Once at the bar, she ordered herself a long island ice tea and began scamming the texts on her phone. She hadn’t noticed the other woman sitting, her eyes were too busy on the screen. However, when she spoke up about her drink, she got curious and looked over. “Good taste. This stuff will get you happily wrecked in no time.” she smiled, doing her best to cheer the woman up.

A breath of a laugh had been released in response, soon to be followed by a deep sigh; heavy with exhaustion. The hotel, the job. None of it was what she had planned out in life. But what could she do? “That’s exactly what I’m going for,” Nina spoke in agreement, lifting the glass in her direction upon having received it. However, she paused, brow lifting curiously and lip curving upward as she eyed the girl. “Though, why is it that you know that?” She questioned. At first glance, the blonde didn’t seem the type to drink. At least, not for that purpose.

[ninarivera]

itsleo​:

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𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅. “Ah! That’s good. I was worried I had some ungodly eye bags or a deep set wrinkle something.” He waved off the idea with his hand, not even wanting to think about that. He did not do a very in depth skincare routine three times a day for that to happen. “Tired, yes. You’re right there. I’ve been working all day, my head is just about to explode.” His free hand moves to rub his eye, blinking a few times. “What about you? How has your day been?”

Yet another laugh released in amusement of the other’s antics. It was then that she shifted to face them, now invested in the conversation. She figured it was better than the usual occurrence of a sleaze attempting to give her company ( and only ever for the wrong reasons ). “A wrinkle? God, no. You, my friend, don’t look a day over twenty. You simply must tell me you do it.” Nina turned away only for a moment to collect her drink, lips instantly finding the straw. She took a sip. “My day went about the same as yours. I work here,” The brunette explained, “But I’m starting to wonder whether the pay is worth it.” A sigh was released before she went on, “I haven’t seen you ‘round here, though. What’s your deal?” 

[floralsouls-deactivated20200821]

ninarivera​:

Performing was much more work than one would think. Never mind the singing — there was the act that went along with it; the level of charisma and energy one had to exude for more than just a few hours at a time in order to truly do a good job. More often than not, Nina found herself feeling drained, able to find comfort in one thing only. 

Exhausted after having completed a set, Nina had slumped herself down by the bar, flagging down the bartender before she even had the chance to get comfortable in her seat. “A Manhattan, please,” She requested, “And…” Eyes flickered over to the only other person at the bar, looking just as downtrodden as she was. “Whatever they’re having.” 

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𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 to head down to the bar, their eyes nearly going crossed from looking at the designs they had been drawing for the past few hours. He had made some progress so Leo decided that he had earned a quick break at the bar. What was the point of staying at a nice hotel if you weren’t going to take advantage of its amenities, right? Could you call the bar an amenity? Leo would.

Raising his glass to his lips, Leo looks over as he hears the other ordering him a drink as well. An eyebrow raised, they cock their head to the side. “Do I look as bad as I feel that strangers are buying me drinks at the bar?” he teased, heavy french accent filling the room. “Thank you.” he adds, not wanting to seem like a total jerk.

[ninarivera]

She hadn’t been expecting anything of her gesture, least of all for the other to start conversation. After all, most people that visited or resided in the hotel had some sort of superiority complex, especially when it came to  workers. But, they seemed nice enough that Nina found herself willing to engage beyond a one worded response, even finding herself breathing out a genuine laugh. “You don’t look bad,” She spoke in reassurance, “Tired, maybe. Not bad.” She waved her hand to brush off his thanks, continuing with a curious quirk of her brow, “What’s gotten you down?” 

[ninarivera]

Performing was much more work than one would think. Never mind the singing — there was the act that went along with it; the level of charisma and energy one had to exude for more than just a few hours at a time in order to truly do a good job. More often than not, Nina found herself feeling drained, able to find comfort in one thing only. 

Exhausted after having completed a set, Nina had slumped herself down by the bar, flagging down the bartender before she even had the chance to get comfortable in her seat. “A Manhattan, please,” She requested, “And...” Eyes flickered over to the only other person at the bar, looking just as downtrodden as she was. “Whatever they’re having.”