@reevusvalentine
the heat of the bodies all around the estate sent a sort of chill through ariel’s body. she didn’t mind when harvey threw parties, because he almost never let her work them (something possessive in him she assumed), but tonight was different. he hadn’t spoken to her about it, but on the list of names set to work the floor serving guests that night, her name was at the very top. she knew better than to argue or ask him why, so in her plain, black, waitress uniform, she served drinks to the throngs of her owner’s colleagues. she only met eyes when addressed, and took note on last names when she caught them. a few times, her eyes unintentionally met with a pair of sharp blue that held her in place... only to be distracted by another call for her service a moment later. hopefully this night would end soon.










