<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Name~</span></strong>Liliana Sinclare<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Job~</span></strong>(https://s14.postimg.org/e9wk4sc6p/banners3.png) {Singer}<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">When~</span></strong>September 16th, morning<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Tagging~</span></strong>The host, Open.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Side Note~</span></strong>Wearing: Enchanting in Navy Blue (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=215922357[/URL)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The strange man in the suit Liliana had met in the bar and lounge last night had her feeling a little bit on the uncomfortable side, he'd asked her questions she had really hoped no one was going to ask... namely why someone with the blood of an angel running through her veins would be here at an establishment run by a demon... but that would involve explaining everything about the tragedy of her mother and the problems she faced in normal human society what with being half angel... she kind of knew she'd only be able to ignore it for so long, the danger presented to her if humans were ever to discover there was something not quite normal about her and investigate further... and if they dug up the truth somehow? She could find herself locked up in a lab or something somewhere with scientists poking and prodding at her in the name of science. The existence of angels, they'd be all over her for that.<br/><br/>She released a heavy sigh as her graceful and steady footsteps carried her through the cafe doors, her stomach making a light gurgling noise as if it knew she was on her way to put something into it... she was thinking perhaps a nice sourdough turkey sandwich with swiss and colby jack cheese paired with a lightly sweetened raspberry iced tea  and a raspberry muffin would be a nice brunch before she checked in with management to figure out her schedule, when and what time her performances would be, if she had any scheduled for the present week.<br/><br/>The material of her dress swished elegantly around her thighs as she walked towards the host stand, smiling pleasantly “Table for one, please”