<span style="font-family:Philosopher">Oh sweet innocent girl. Ledt alone with nothing but demons surrounding her. Lust and chaos reigned as her heart fought violently against her chest. Shifting on the tiny stool. Alone. She hated being alone. Oppie understood her fear had practically been attached to her hip. She had let the little angel settle in. Her apartment was fine. She could be alone there, but here. Among so many demons and humans. She could feel her discomfort growing every minute that she was alone. She was nearly panicked as she stared at the bar with worried blue eyes. The bartender, Nick was someone who read people like a book. Setting down a glass of something for the shivering Dove. "Here, it is sweet and will help calm those nerves until they settle that arguement little demon." Juniper stared at him, confused until she remembered the charms. She nodded and sipped the drink. It was sweet. She couldn't taste the alcohol, she didn't know better. So as time went on she drank her alcohol. The bar filled with more and more people. Fear had susided, though she was a tad anxious. The bouncing of her foot would make that obvious.<br/>
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Finishing her glass, that was when he sat next to her. A stranger sat next to her and she could feel his eyes. Blinking nervously she lifted her gaze to find herself looking into his own. She stiffened and found herself unable to look away. She didn't know him but the pounding in her chest let her know he was dangerous. "Is there something I can help you with sir?" She spoke softly, gently. Her voice was like the sound of a harp. So gentle and addicting.  It would be hard for one to place such a voice on a demoness. His quiet stare only caused her to shift uncomfortably. "sir?" She nervously whispered out. Her blue eyes finally pulling away. She didnt understand this feeling, this heart pounding excitement she suddenly felt. A blush on her cheeks as she felt the alcohol take it course. For one who had never had a lick of alcohol it was an odd feeling.</span>