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Name: Darcy

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[7:01 am] I won’t be in today, had an accident last night. can you make sure my kids don’t terrorize the sub?

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Night Shift || Ever & Darcy

There was a low hum in the bar, the rush had come and gone, and only some of the patrons sat watching the hockey game on the television, while the others whom she wasn’t as used to seeing frequent the Gaslight, chatted up those that had accompanied them. Darcy stood behind the counter with a cloth on her shoulder, brown eyes flitting over the back of the bar, as she tried to figure out what she could get to next. With a sigh, the brunette lifted her gaze and scanned along the drinks that sat atop the top of the bar, most of them were still filled. Then, as if on a whim, she began to make her way down the bar to the person seated at the end of it, and offered them a warm smile as she approached. “How’s your night going?”

The question was innocent enough, but she hoped that there was no bother in it. She was bored, but that wasn’t anything unusual. Keeping her mind occupied, however, allowed her to keep from getting distracted by daydreaming of the ecstasy that was warm blood hitting her tongue.

Ever sat at the end of the bar, a drink in front of her, completely untouched. She wasn’t a drinker, not really. Especially in a town full of supernatural creatures. She wasn’t even sure she was on the job anymore, things had gotten complicated. She didn’t know what she was doing there anymore, but she knew why she was still there. She knew what or rather who was keeping her there. She heaved a sigh and looked up when the vampire running the bar spoke. 

It was so strange to her, still, to be sitting here, speaking to a vampire, sitting next to a werewolf, and not trying to kill them. The silver she typically wore, with the exception of a single ring, had been put away. The knifes she typically wore sat in her purse, not in reach. Ever had started to realize, that in this town, the supernaturals were the problem. Rae had helped her see that and now... Now she had no idea what to do. 

“Oh, it’s,” she shrugged, not really sure how to proceed with that answer. How was it going? Not great, honestly. She kept hearing about these missing people and something nagged at her like she should say something but she wasn’t sure where her loyalties were anymore. “It’s been better, but, I suppose it’s been worse, too.” She picked up her drink and for the first time since coming to this town, took a sip of something harder than alcohol. 

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Night Shift || Darcy and Eli

There was a low hum in the bar, the rush had come and gone, and only some of the patrons sat watching the hockey game on the television, while the others whom she wasn’t as used to seeing frequent the Gaslight, chatted up those that had accompanied them. Darcy stood behind the counter with a cloth on her shoulder, brown eyes flitting over the back of the bar, as she tried to figure out what she could get to next. With a sigh, the brunette lifted her gaze and scanned along the drinks that sat atop the top of the bar, most of them were still filled. Then, as if on a whim, she began to make her way down the bar to the person seated at the end of it, and offered them a warm smile as she approached. “How’s your night going?”

The question was innocent enough, but she hoped that there was no bother in it. She was bored, but that wasn’t anything unusual. Keeping her mind occupied, however, allowed her to keep from getting distracted by daydreaming of the ecstasy that was warm blood hitting her tongue.

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Gabrielle didn’t tend to go to bars. They weren’t her style. She much preferred being at home, though, on the occasion she would go out. The beer did nothing for her, but over the years the taste was familiar. Sitting alone, like she did when she would go out, she had expected the night to go much like it had any other night. She was in a mood. Her beloved husband, a man she hadn’t had a conversation with in over a century, had once again survived the attempt on his life. This little dance the two of them were doing had grown old, she just wanted to be rid of the man. So she ordered a few shots, quick to down them, before letting her head fall forward. 

Glancing up at the voice, her eyes rolled slightly, though she wasn’t really annoyed about the intrusion. “It’d be better if my husband could take a hint. But I don’t see that happening any time soon, so,” she bit out, her voice cold as her eyes flicked away from the woman. “Enjoying the job at the bar?”

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one of my best friends in primary 1 was called chloe and we had a fight over this toy ball that was out of a vending machine thing and even though it was mine she got to keep it and then a few years later she peed herself when someone kissed her and like a year later moved school

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dxrcy said: Don’t feel bad I once used this shower cleaner with like bleach in it to clean something off the floor in my room and ended up wrecking my jeans and the hardwood floor

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