<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Gabriel, Closed<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dining Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her nametag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br/><hr/>Alexandra was squirming harder than ever by the time anyone bothered coming to her rescue. She was ready to scream for security, but the desperation to not make any more of a scene than she already was and subsequently risk losing her job was enough to keep her quiet even when the tip of his middle finger dug painfully against her clit and made her whimper. Her hands gripped at the table, trying to use it as leverage to pull herself up and away from the asshole who had his arms around her, but there was no real hope of getting away from him on her own without resorting to violence of some kind... something that could definitely result in her losing her job.<br/><br/>She didn't notice her knight in shining armor coming to her rescue, didn't realize help was on the way until it was already there. When her attacker exclaimed<em>Who the fuck do you think you are?!</em>, Alex was momentarily convinced he was talking to her... Demanding to know why she, the help, thought she could turn down someone like him. Her lips were just parting to answer him that she was simply someone with a job to do who couldn't walk away from that job to do what he expected of her, when another voice broke in. This voice was just as masculine as the first, but there was another tone to it...<br/><br/>It was authoritative and firm, cold and bordering on something like a warning. Craning her head around, she caught a look at a man who was familiar, but not so much that she could ever say she<em>knew</em>him. They had met, yes, but she knew nothing more about him than his job title. In that moment, her thought processes were so stretched andstrained she wasn't even sure she knew his name. When at last the man released her, Alexandra was quick to begin scrambling out of his lap, only to have a large, strong hand offer itself as help. Her considerably smaller hand slid in to Gabriel's and she stood slowly, her legs somewhat shaky as she did so, and sparing him a momentary look of gratitude, she felt what little self control she held in place during the exchange rapidly dissipating.<br/><br/>Ducking her head, she hurried toward a door marked "staff only" and disappeared in to the small side room used primarily as a place for staff to graba quick breather or store their personal effects. There was barely enough room for three adults to stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder in the room, but she was just one tiny girl and as she huddled in to the corner, desperately trying to regulate her breathing, she felt  tears spilling down her cheeks. Her hands shook and her body trembled just slightly as the adrenaline inspired by her terror finally began to dissipate.