"That bitch!"<br/><br/>Angel was in a foul mood. She put her hand on the table and took a deep breath, the vein in her temple still quite noticeable.<em>3 days, and she quits, the lazy... why today?</em><br/><br/>Angel was a tall woman, a radiant Icarian of 17 human years. Her species aging wasn't much different, but using human years was the norm for this land. Her eyes were so light a shade of blue they were almost silver, rimmed with a very small amount of eye liner. She had a strong looking face, cheek bones and chin quite prominant, hair like spun gold, but instead of being liquid and straight like most of her race, hers descended a length and began to curl. She had grown two bangs down to ankle length, which had spun into a light corkscrew.<br/><br/>The only thing that set her apart was her wings and horns. Like a female goats, they went over her head, two small bone coloured horns that would tilt upward at the end. Her wings, however... there was a reason they called the Avians 'Angels'<br/><br/>Taller then she by two hands spans, the ends would grave the ground, white and thick with down. Right now, though, they had unfurled and were ruffled with annoyance.<br/><br/>Angel worked at a classy cafe in one of the busiest areas of town, and in an hour, the race tracks would let a flood of people into the streets. Right now, all that was on staff right now was her and her snow leopard friend. Usually, they could manage with three people... but aside from the boss, the kitchen crew, and the cleaner...<br/><br/>"...the cleaner..." he'd be perfect. He knew the job well enough, and he was a neko... a particularly effeminate one! She unfurled the uniform she had in her hands, the standard blue skirted dress and creamy stocking and gloves and head piece. She sized them up, mentally placing them on the neko that was no doubt getting his things ready a room or two away.<br/><br/>"He'll have to do... eep, the races! No time" she quickly made off for the boys changing rooms, grabbing the spare uniform on her way.